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[attr="class","text2"]--- Vous qui ne connaissez pas Les vertiges et la douleur ---

[attr="class","stuff"]a letter had tumbled through the door a few days earlier. stamped, addressed, signed from shenhua. inside had been an id card to access the building – looking at the photograph reminded him of when they'd called him in, sat him down, had him run through all the paper work, and then taken a shot of him with as little warning as possible.
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stuffed inside the fat envelope had also been a letter of disclosure. they were very aware of his past involving villainous activity, his high risk of leading himself back into that life, and of his various addictions. and also, most importantly, his involvement at the ball. he had saved a students life, attempt – but failed – to deactivate the bomb. they saw potential in him. which was worrying.
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what also came was a list of books to read, and the academy syllabus. since he had jumped in mid-year...it was likely to cause trouble. he would have to cram for his life if he wanted to get through and keep his spot in the school. they'd also taken his measurements and, after proving to them he was piss poor, sent him his blazer – looking at it made him cringe. though with it on he didn't look half bad. without the emblem it was even slightly dapper.
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isaiah dragged himself out of the house and to the academy, took out a hefty stack of books and hauled them into the cafeteria with a large americano and a colossal desire for a bottle of whisky and ice. and half a lime.
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he checked his phone. it was almost time for lunch break, and he wasn't too worried about having students intrude on him. it wasn't like he was the friendliest looking guy. only someone with a death wish, or a high susceptibility to pity would have found a seat next to him as he ran a hand through his hair, making as few notes as he possible could. notebooks were too expensive.

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