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aldersprigChapter 71: Abednego
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, May 31, 2001
Abed was wandering.
There were parts of the school he hadn’t seen. There was a whole floor of the school, and all he’d seen of it was the front of the Store.
His room had been exactly as he’d left it on Hell Night. Rafe, apologetic and twitchy, had helped Abed move what few things he had and cared about back to the room.
The first thing he’d done was to buy new clothes. Kilts. He’d seen the bull-guy in kilts, and he had to admit, they suited his new legs better. Shirts that didn’t have anything to do with home, weren’t hand-me-downs, didn’t smell like Rafe or like his brothers or like anything except himself.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, May 31, 2001
Abed was wandering.
There were parts of the school he hadn’t seen. There was a whole floor of the school, and all he’d seen of it was the front of the Store.
His room had been exactly as he’d left it on Hell Night. Rafe, apologetic and twitchy, had helped Abed move what few things he had and cared about back to the room.
The first thing he’d done was to buy new clothes. Kilts. He’d seen the bull-guy in kilts, and he had to admit, they suited his new legs better. Shirts that didn’t have anything to do with home, weren’t hand-me-downs, didn’t smell like Rafe or like his brothers or like anything except himself.
read on...
