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Date Posted: 19:02:29 04/14/02 Sun
Author: sean terris
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After having deserted his canine grudgingly into the residence of the dogs where Lobo was contented to commence romping with whatever associates he has made inside the kennels, the boy discovers himself meandering pointlessly through the passages of his school. The school that was more like his native lands then his summer reside because of the detail that the teachers didn�t asphyxiate him like his parents did. Oh, how he felt like he was stifling each time in their attendance! It was rather humorous, them responding to his summon and call instead of the other way around, practically pitiable. No, it was pathetic, awfully so. His reflection once more extracts him from humanity�s tyrannical rule, making him appear like he�s ambling through a hallucination, gazing through every article and individual that he must surpass, but a meager commotion could escort him to �arouse� from his trance.
Silence, it is the only thing that has been sympathetic to him in existence, but peace is a fair-weather acquaintance just like all other elements that he is familiar with. Even elation can befall acerbic when you have too much of it, just like any other sugary requirement of life.

Moderate sigh flees from the meditative boy as he ponders withdrawing to his resting accommodation and separating himself as the sky transforms shadowy and the illumination is brushed away for numerous hours. A smirk resolves upon his lips as he seizes a temporary peek of the outside from one of the skylights, his feelings happening to determine upon Eris, the impeccable exquisiteness that he had permitted to glide amid his digits because of a little-boy dread. With a placid whisper of disheartenment in the configuration of a sigh he persists his meaningless roaming in an uninterested approach.

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