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English Soot

 

The faint smell of oak fills my room as I awaken.

I sit up in my lofted bed and blink twice

then rub the crust from beneath my eyes which

had accumulated throughout the night.

I shuffle into the bathroom and turn on the water to fill the porcelain sink.

After rinsing my face and brushing my teeth I trudged down the spiral staircase to see my father waiting for me in his stu...

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