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CHAPTER TWENTY
“We need to take a look at the poem, Harold,” Trisha said with a sense of urgency in her voice. Her face held a scowl of worry as they burrowed through the clusters of students who were prattling and conversing about the contest—a few betting and speculating on who was going to win, as they hurried away from the auditorium.
The heated ‘disk’ in the sky hung right above them, showering its fiery brilliance on the middle of their heads making their dark shadows which was spread on the asphalt the size of lilliputians.
“What poem?” Chloe asked with confusion etched in her eyes. She was dressed in all green; the kind of green one could only find amongst artificial flowers and it made her reddish brown pupils stand out.
The four of them continued walking to nowhere in particular in silence after Chloe asked them the question with the warm afternoon breeze sweeping their toes as they strode on.
“I'm not wanted here, I gue
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“What's taking him so long?” Trisha asked, picking up a smoothened pebble from its cluster—on the ground, and throwing it weakly onto the graveled asphalt that spread out in front of them; a route for Golden Lake's professors to drive past to their offices—in their cars.“I can't tell but our dorm is not too close to here, so of course, it'll take him some time.” Wilkes said. He turned his left wrist to its fore side; the part that concealed his veins, and stared at his black wristwatch that was given to him by his mother on her deathbed; “Many say that time waits for no man, but in reality, we are the ones going. Time waits. It always has and always will.” That had been her last words before pushing the watch into his trembling hands.“He's been gone for a little over nine minutes,” he said still peering down on the wristwatch that was strapped to his wrist and in response, he got a nod from Trisha who pushed her glasses up her nose for
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“Why will he write that to us—to me?” Harold said, looking at the dark smears that crisscrossed the poorly torn sheet of paper that was clutched in Trisha's fingers. It stunk of engine oil; the kind that had seen better days in the engines of vehicles.Their gazes fell ahead of them as though they hadn't heard Harold and onto the asphalt which was beginning to darken as a chunk of white cloud slid beneath the sun for seconds before coming out on the other side, as radiant and hot as before.None of them had a theory to answer what Harold had asked hence, they had shifted their attention to two snowy gulls that flew after the other with occasional hoots into the bluish clouds.“Do you think Chloe knows about this?” Wilkes said suddenly. “She might tell us something.”“I doubt it. Wasn't she asking us what poem we were talking about half an hour —”“Guys!” Trisha said loudly, breaking off Harold and Girard
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