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Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Memoir - The Man Underneath

Flipping through pages hastily, I nodded my head to my favorite Taylor fleet song that blasted into my ears. can me, I felt a large stature overshadowing me as I made b obsolete, red ink circles on white printed- authorship. His cold eyes gazed over me with animadversion and critique, as he firm tapped my shoulders with his fingers. Turning around, I adage his light blue, crisp enclothe that fits with his large stature in a way that suits how a businessman would dress. Despite a few strands of white hairsbreadth that contrasted against his natural black hair, his side still contained the vitality and specialness of a boys. In his crude(a) and apathetic voice that sounded give care a parent chiding a child, he give tongue to to me, Frank! What are you doing? Do you bring in that you are at work and your loud harmony is becoming a bewilderment to everyone around you?  \nUnaware of the temperance of this situation, I replied in a lighthearted manner, I leave alone l ower it. \nUpon hearing my note and my attempt to dismiss his authority, the reckon that once belonged to a young, happy-go-lucky boy aged promptly into one of a stern, old mans. He threatened, Turn it off, now.  His compact response combined with his astringent tone made me realize how serious he was; in response, I obeyed his decree and went rearwards to working. \nI work in a tutoring school where the teachers defecate high school students for the sit, ACT, and SAT II tests, hoping that they may only get into considerably colleges and function successful. It was all for a good cause; except that it puts the freight on state of grace, my co-worker, and me to grade a hundred copies of the same provision and quizzes. I sat on a gray result with a back reassert that prevented me from lying down and travel asleep from this tedious, repetitive job. Grace and I have to once in a while drink hot chocolate that brings much than life into our monotonous mornings of p aper grading. Our breath gave off a disgustingly warm coffee scent whenever we try to chat to each other...

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