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a hole in the world 1

Paul Shackleford glared angrily from the passenger window of the car that carried 

him farther and farther from home. He could hardly believe what was happening. Here it was the twenty first century and he'd been condemned to a summer of indentured servitude. Incredibly his own parents had done the condemning. 

Paul was a bright individual with mouse brown hair light brown eyes and a dimple in his chin. He was slight of build yet had enough muscle on his body to avoid qualifying for skinny He was about a seven on a one-to-ten handsome scale.