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I head back to school for lunch, while kristyn stays downtown to go tanning. On my way, I pass by this empty, garbage/grass consumed lot behind the old pool hall. I have a tendency to walk with open eyes (catch what most consumed people miss) and notice three pages torn out of a novel, left on the ground and weather beaten. The pages are dirty, torn and tattered, yellow and undoubtedly dusty. I decide against picking them up, but lean over them, curious of their content. The pages were nothing close to a great literary work, basic and straightforward, nothing left between the lines. It was a book about a kid skateboarding, or at least, the pa