CHAPTER 10
“Sorry, ” Knox whispered, as he fell onto the sofa. He leaned
back, clutching his half-full glass, and took a long swig of the
bitter bourbon. It seemed to burn less now as it slid down his
throat.

CHAPTER 10 “Sorry, ” Knox whispered, as he fell onto the sofa. He leaned back, clutching his half-full glass, and took a long swig of the bitter bourbon. It seemed to burn less now as it slid down his throat.

CHAPTER 10

DEAD POETS SOCIETY
“Mr. Keating?” Neil called after him. “Sir? O Captain! My
Captain?” Keating stopped and waited for the boys to catch up
with him. “What was the Dead Poets Society, sir?” Neil asked.
For a split second, Keating’s face reddened. “I was just looking
in an old annual,” Neil explained, “and...”
“Nothing wrong with research,” Keating said, regaining his
composure.
The boys waited for him to say more. “But what was it?” Neil
pressed.
Keating looked around to make sure that no one was
watching. “A secret organization,” he almost whispered. “I
don’t know how the present a

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DEAD POETS SOCIETY “Mr. Keating?” Neil called after him. “Sir? O Captain! My Captain?” Keating stopped and waited for the boys to catch up with him. “What was the Dead Poets Society, sir?” Neil asked. For a split second, Keating’s face reddened. “I was just looking in an old annual,” Neil explained, “and...” “Nothing wrong with research,” Keating said, regaining his composure. The boys waited for him to say more. “But what was it?” Neil pressed. Keating looked around to make sure that no one was watching. “A secret organization,” he almost whispered. “I don’t know how the present a

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