

The SavingThe SavingThe Saving
Chapter 1
Though it was only 4 pm, the autumn season caused the sun to set prematurely, and the sky bled a sobering orange-red. Waning sunlight washed into an empty office, save for a middle aged principal and a student in private school uniform. The headmaster leaned on his desk and raised a packet of papers calmly, but his taut grip on the documents betrayed annoyance.
Remy, I understand your hesitation, but I dont think you realize the imprudence of your decision.
Unmoving, Remy fixed his gaze on the ground in a gesture of silent resolution. Tho
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"El anticucho se hace de Corazón".
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I am an art patron, not an artist!
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"I've still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind"
-Dax Riggs-
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I am an art patron, not an artist!
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"I've still got all my fingers but somewhere I lost my mind"
-Dax Riggs-
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