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Lily didn’t see the point of Math class. Well, not all Math classes universally, she didn’t feel remotely qualified to make such a sweeping claim. Somewhere out there could be a future Robert Oppenheimer or Mileva Maric who is seeing their first isosceles triangle and furiously scribbling in their notebook the first figures in a formula that will completely change the way humanity views the laws of reality, and that will ultimately carry us to the stars and all of the wonders contained therein—but that person was not Lily. And that class was not Mister Shigeki’s Intro to Differential Equations. Oh well. At least he was

The old Silver house had been built in what used to be the centre of town. Though, a more accurate way to describe it would be that the Silver’s built their house on a hill overlooking an aspen forest one hundred years ago and a town sprouted around it like flowers of necessity. Over the course of generations the forest receded like a middle-aged man’s hairline until the bald dome became the grounds of the Silver’s manor. The iron-barred fence set in stone foundation that encircled it at the base had claimed countless children’s balls and Frisbees and kites over the years. It felt especially cruel because the nature of