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1. First Sight This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep. High school. Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew used to; every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last. I suppose this was my form of sleep if sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods. I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria