But he waltzed in No matter – prolonged, greasy, black hair, tired eyes and boring clothing; a dazzling yellow sleeping bag slung over his shoulder in addition to a white scarf all around his neck. He Allow the sleeping bag drop to the floor, the tender thud filling the silence. Enough time

– this isn't a similar thing. The first chapter should have quite possibly the most similarities (since I wrote nearly all of it anyway and was later edited because of the Other folks in the original). “It is possible to’t just adhere your hands in there!” Sero hissed,