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the sound of the lunch bell, Chris stayed on his bunk. He looked at his pristine white shirt and blue shorts. He had a locker full of high-end provisions - biscuits, powdered milk, tinned sardines. Why join the frantic rush for school rations?

The silence of the empty hostel was heavy. Boredom eventually drove him out. He was rounding the bend near the junior block when a blur of blue and white crashed into him.

A warm, greasy liquid bloomed across Chris’s chest.
©C. Y. A

Post 3) the sound of the lunch bell, Chris stayed on his bunk. He looked at his pristine white shir...

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