Literature
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Wall Flower
Malaria Bug
I watched as the pitiful construction workers went at the wall, chipping it down. The dreadful, horrific, nostalgic flower-patterned wallpaper was finally going to disappear, out of my life. Hopefully the annoying memories will go with it. I didn't need the memory of Jane every time I ventured into the huge main room. Shortly it'll be opened into the lounge. I hooked my arms behind my back, making sure I didn't look out of mind.
Ruth came behind me, grasping my shoulder ever so cautiously. "William," she said in her shaky, older voice, "sir, why don't you head to your study. Paul has left some things concerning th