He stares at me with a mixture of pity and disgust in his eyes, and I sneer back at him, my contempt loud and clear.
I didn't know it then, but that doorman would one day mean the world to me.
My name is Peter 'Pinky' Benson. I'm twenty and a half years old, and I'm going to be all alone for the first time in the big city. I'm moving there to attend an art school. My parents are paying for my apartment which is within walking distance from the camp
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