tell me we'll never get used to it
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Cameron was out that evening, probably lording his mathematical prowess over the other freshmen, so Knox sat by himself in their room. Alone. More than ever, he understood the state of being lonesome - of being other. His chest ached with homesickness. He missed his father’s rumbling laugh, and his Baba’s singing voice when she prayed, and his mother’s sumac chicken, and her stuffed grape leaves, and the way the candlelight from the Menorah made his living room glow golden, late at night.
It was the first day of Chanukah, 1957, and Knox whispered the candle prayers to himself and an empty bedroom, and held the candle in his hand until it was warm enough for him to pretend that it was burning.
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- Part 1 of tell me we'll never get used to it
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All in all, Charlie himself seemed to be the least surprised out of all of them when he heard about what happened.
“Todd Anderson, criminal mastermind,” he would say, grinning like a madman, for years to come. “Beat me to it!”
Todd was not at the wrong place at the wrong time, nor was he drunk, nor did he commit a felony, though he was, indeed, not yet thirty. He was twenty-seven, and he punched a cop in the face.
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- Part 2 of tell me we'll never get used to it
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Throughout the years, Todd and Mr. Keating share a copious amount of letters.
Or, the years after Welton.
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- Part 3 of tell me we'll never get used to it