

Painted Dreams- Chapter 9Collapsed onto a wooden bench in the KU biology lab, the only thing that kept Kiba from giving into the seductive oblivion of sleep was the cluster of birds, cooing and calling outside the large, tree-framed windows.Painted Dreams- Chapter 9
The loud, raucous shrill of birdsong that penetrated the inside of his skull might have been pleasant under other circumstances. But, the boys crumpled dress clothes, the acidic scent of alcohol on his breath, and dark smudges underneath each eye indicated a night of aimlessly wandering the campus and a failed attempt to drown his pain.
The only comfort reaching Kibas too tired body came from
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"Fool! I spit at thee!" -Pious Augustus, Eternal Darkness
"Squaring numbers is like women; if they're under thirteen just do them in your head." -Bo Burnham
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