Jun 10, 2015
Mugumo High
You stand out in the cold. You have on a brown pair of pants, a white shirt, a soft blue sweater and a scarf. Old clothes; clothes that fit on your frame perfectly; familiarity in a strange land. You tremble with a shiver that threatens to escalate, so you hold your hands behind you and clasp your hands in a knot. Then you look up, to the hundred of eyes questioning you. You, however, don’t hold…
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