On the Edge of Pure

The dormitory was deathly silent. The tightly shut windows trembled in the cold wind. Outside, mottled walls stood against each other, a dilapidated air conditioner unit still dripping water on the withered old treetops, where a bird's nest hung precariously.,On the wall hung a yellowed calendar, with prominent red circles drawn on it.,That guy wouldn't even buy the latest model if someone paid him to.。