Collected Short Boring: Detention
As I sat at the end of the dinner table I ran my fingernail over the grain of the wood. It was unvarnished, or at least over the past decades of use it had lost it’s outer coating. My nail cracked and popped through the tiny ravines and mountains. When my finger was bent as far as physically…
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