After being rushed into Mr. Philby’s house after a bomb went off at the apartment building two blocks away, the four guards left, telling us they would be back later, my brother and I sat with mother and attempted to sort some stuff out.
That didn't go to well and Mr. Philby stepped in –unnecessarily- and made things worse by -this happens a lot- questioning my intellect and sends me away because ‘I cant proses this information’ and ‘I don't understand’ well guess what, I do understand, you're foe, not a friend.
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Polo and Pygmies (Stewart Copeland)
FanfictionA short story about Stewart Copeland's childhood with a twist added in
