Ellio had never paid much attention in class. He had enrolled, struggled through, and eventually finished a degree mostly for the sake of a piece of paper, a certificate that might make his family proud, or at least a little less disappointed. He despised most of the subjects he had taken, history being at the top of the list, even though he somehow managed to ace them.
Yet, for some reason, a memory crept back to him. One of his classmates, the teacher’s favorite, the one who always raised her hand and made sure the class never ended without leaving a quote or some long-winded saying. He had hated listening to her at the time, found her chatter insufferable, but in this moment, strangely. he felt a twinge of gratitude that he had ever paid attention.
Among the thousand words and phrase
