Michael woke to the reverberating snores of Mr. Potts, who was asleep in the arm chair beside the bed, his head resting uncomfortably on his cane. Michael gazed around the room, his mind struggling to remember what had happened. The snoring abruptly halted, and Michael turned to find Mr. Potts... Sign in to see full entry.
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