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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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Chapter 8
Chris crawled on his hands and knees. Thick denim protected the flesh on his shins, but the heels of his hands were denied that luxury and, after only minutes, they felt painfully raw. But he couldn’t get up, not until he finished picking up every piece of ripped swastika. Todd was moaning above him and every moan was both an indication of wakefulness and of growing darkness.
Desperation seized him and he frantically pulled at the papers, not caring when tuffs of carpet scratched at his exposed fingertips. He cried out in frustration. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. The chore too daunting, he fell to his stomach and closed his eyes.
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Dr. Brunty’s first year philosophy class was always full, not necessarily because it was needed by a vast number of students generally thought highly of the old professor. Friends told friends to take the course and most did. After finding him to be fair and honorable man, traits rare in any individual and doubly rare in college faculty, they recommended the course to others. Chris happened to be one of these others.
Dr. Brunty began the new semester in much the same way that he had been beginning his classes since the beginning of his teaching career, “This class is an introductory course, and through it, it is my hope that you will began to question the world around you. We will discuss man’s capacity for reason as well as how that reason has been used to explore and transform the world around him.”
He stopped at that point, taking a drink from the mug that sat waiting on his small desk. He drank slowly, as if he wasn’t surrounded by students. Several began to draw in their notebooks as any of the excitement Dr. Bunty may have inspired quickly died.
Chris drew in his notebook as well. Swastikas were the only things on his mind and he drew them with tiny blue ink strokes.
Desperation seized him and he frantically pulled at the papers, not caring when tuffs of carpet scratched at his exposed fingertips. He cried out in frustration. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. The chore too daunting, he fell to his stomach and closed his eyes.
XXX
Dr. Brunty’s first year philosophy class was always full, not necessarily because it was needed by a vast number of students generally thought highly of the old professor. Friends told friends to take the course and most did. After finding him to be fair and honorable man, traits rare in any individual and doubly rare in college faculty, they recommended the course to others. Chris happened to be one of these others.
Dr. Brunty began the new semester in much the same way that he had been beginning his classes since the beginning of his teaching career, “This class is an introductory course, and through it, it is my hope that you will began to question the world around you. We will discuss man’s capacity for reason as well as how that reason has been used to explore and transform the world around him.”
He stopped at that point, taking a drink from the mug that sat waiting on his small desk. He drank slowly, as if he wasn’t surrounded by students. Several began to draw in their notebooks as any of the excitement Dr. Bunty may have inspired quickly died.
Chris drew in his notebook as well. Swastikas were the only things on his mind and he drew them with tiny blue ink strokes.