He sat among towering piles of paper, three laptops set on the ground, and Annabel roosted atop his bed. Among the circle of devices, paperwork, highlighters, and his phones, he laid on the ground curled up in a ball.
His life was about to end. It was going to end and there was nothing he could do about it unless something happened in the next few days.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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