This was it. This was the last time. Nny sat in his desk chair, his back to his window, staring down at his lap, as the doughboys, now, somehow, imbued with the power of movement, peered at the Radio-Shak Robo-ArmTM holding the gun.

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Gregor dragged his feet as he made his way to room 8, his assigned room in the dormitory. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be home with his mother and father and sister. He didn't want to have to come to school in America to learn a trade to support his family, but that was his job as the only son, and so he was here ( Read more... )