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The Thing Without A Name

He could barely make out their faces as the last embers of kerosene light began to flicker out. His answer was barely formed. He wanted more than he could articulate; it would be irresponsible for him to spill out the current limitations of his mind. He was certain school would show him what he was missing, but he was even more afraid it would not.