How original :) :O

I knocked at the door. “Come in!” The professor was sitting on the window sill without his shoes. It looked a bit strange, but I had gotten used to his little quirks. Generally speaking, our entire magistral staff is a strange sort of panopticon—a freak show if you will—and so sitting barefoot on a window […]

via Broken Poem (Fragment #16) — unbolt me

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