الأربعاء، 10 أغسطس 2011

(Curls (by Zeyad Salem

He was sitting on the chair in the middle of the room, barely looking at people gathered around him, seeing everyone as two shiny gloating eyes and a bright smirk of victory. This morning he was summoned to the principal’s office; the secretary came in the class room, said his name and eagerly he went, longing to hear an apology that was long due... Full Story

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