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Hearing Alli say that she had only ever had bread, potato stew and water struck a chord in me. It made me wonder what kinda orphanage would serve their kids that kind of glop. I choose not to comment on it for now, but it’s really got me curious - were they abusive to the kids at the orphanage Alli came from? “It’s good stuff, yeah. Wait till lunch and dinner roll around, I think you’ll like that stuff too.” I sneak a look at my watch before leaning back in my chair, satisfied with breakfast. “Well, I’m gonna go find a time killer.” I put away the plate, glass, and cutlery away neatly before heading off. “Later days and better lays, I’m heading off to my dorm to grab something. I’ll see you around.” I hold my hand up in farewell as I walk off to my dorm.
A short walk later, I’m at my dorm, grabbing my guitar, though I can’t help notice another guitar case in the room. I’m pretty sure I didn’t bring a second guitar, so this has to be my roommate’s. Interesting. I sling my guitar on my back and walk on out in search of a music room. I peep my map and spot the music room in the Student Center, and even better, it’s open for use. I ask the teacher in charge of the room if I can freely shred in here. He tells me it’s fine, so as long as I keep the volume at a reasonable level. Cool. I grab an amp, plug in my guitar, and .
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