His head pounded, that sour taste in his mouth making his stomach turn. Maybe you should ask better questions, lady. The way she rolled her eyes when she posed a question and no hands went up. His mouth tasted sour and the world spun, everything skewed and fuzzy. His cheek stuck to the desk a little as he jerked his head up. When Cal woke up, the classroom was empty. Excerpt from Warden Crawford’s journal, spring 1953 It will be bigger, yes, and accordingly it will consume me that much more. I crave and dread to know what I will want then. When I achieve this-if, not when-it will surely cease to be the core of my longing. I myself desire a legacy that reaches beyond my own small life, perhaps even into immortality. The things we want are only thus because we cannot have them. There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.
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