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Manya Madan Donald Duck , sketch

Fifteen!

past, fix the future, fix Six! himself, Five! and there was only Four! one thing Three! left to do. Two!

waiting for something to happen, but of course something did happen, and waiting around

Ten!

wasn’t going to do anything, Nine! waiting around was just going to ruin the chance Eight! provided to him, the chance to fix the Seven!

All those pennies, all of them -- I wish they were all gone!

papers each carrying half-finished poems -- were discovered beneath that window the following morning. The room was a mess. And Rue, himself, was found standing hovered over the fragmented remains of a glass jar, with a hundred-dollar bill grasped tightly within his fist.

Rue’s rectangular apartment room on the midnight of November 14th was the scene of some peculiar kind of robbery -- or at least, that’s how it came to be known. Nearly everyone on the second floor of the apartment was woken by a burst of shouts and bangs. When staff came to investigate, they discovered family photos each over two years old cluttered over the carpet floor. One side of the room had its windows shattered, and two items -- an easel displaying a seemingly masterful painting ruined by the rain and a notebook full of soiled

He let it go.

Jason Mao