Half a Day

By Gregory Gonzalez,2014-07-12 03:52
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Half a Day Naguib Mahfous I walked alongside my father, clutching his right hand. All my clothes were new: the black shoes, the green school uniform, and the red cap. They did not make me happy, however, as this was the day I was to be thrown into school for the first time. My mother stood at the window watching our progress, and I turned to..

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