Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A sentence
Inside the little sock at the foot of his bed was a marble, which through an extraordinary feat of childish malevolence now belonged to him (not Todd any longer, though Todd’s spoilt parents were having a field day with the school counselors trying to determine exactly how their son was relieved of his grandfather’s favorite marble, and how best to negotiate a settlement to secure its eminent return), but which also didn’t interest him even slightly – he’d always been in it for the glory; material possessions were too insignificant for a ten year old who thought he was God.
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