Understanding Reginald Khan A Short Story by Anonymous Charlotte Blackman was thinking about Reginald Khan again. Reginald was an understanding elephant with red lips and curvy fingernails. Charlotte walked over to the window and reflected on her quiet surroundings. She had always loved hilly Exeter with its ice-dancing, inquisitive igloos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel ambivalent.
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