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- There he was again. Him and his glasses. Who does he think he is? Some professor? Some genius? He's nothing but a transfer student.
- Perhaps it was God's intention for me to meet this person, this creature masked by a wall of lies. He was Lucifer in the flesh, sent from the deepest caves of fiery hell, but for what purpose? What had I done, or, what will I do?
- Like an predator in a jungle, he followed me, through the deepest of forests. He was there when I started my first day in SMS, and he was there when I graduated. His false persona was perfect - he'd practiced for months, perhaps even years. What came off as a benevolent being was truly a wolf in sheep's clothing.
- I should have known. His moves, almost alien like: every step felt forced. His teeth- a nasty shade of yellow. An awful odor trailed behind him, and his fingers, sinewy and wrinkled, were always stuck to his computer.
- His eyes resembled dark, black beads. They never glimmered, and seemed to suck the life out of everything they looked at. Under the identity as a "programming enthusiast", as he claims, he never left his computer, and somehow never raised suspicion. The thick glasses he donned were thick- almost too thick. I often wondered how his nose supported the weight of those lenses.
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