With Judgement

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His roommate always made him think. It wasn't to say they were best friends. In some ways he was a little afraid of him. But he always made him think. Question the world, almost anything he would say his roommate would have a counter. He was older by about three or four years and an artist. 

He made castings out of different things, pigs heads was why he was mostly famous for. Now in the art program he hated most people. Didn't really even like doing art anymore. Jack had never thought about doing art as a life. Thought it didn't make sense. He was studying chemical engineering, that was how he would make the money he thought. A thought distilled from his grandfather, planted in his father, and now to him. The train would probably go back further, but no one wrote anything down that had survived. Crates probably gotten rid of after a funeral, or papers burned to start a fire in there old house. 

His roommate never talked about his past. Just that he had parents but they had never been together, then this was the result. He liked to say, he talked a lot about his body. Always aware of it, things he liked things he didn't. Jack would just let him talk he found all of this interesting, he had never thought of his body like this. With judgement. 




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