Below you will find verbatim records of telephone numbers from 251140000 - 251149999

The moonlight reflecting in the lake looks beautiful. Stanley stands there watching towards the lake. He sees a girl 25114standing near the tree beside their mansion.He does not recognise her and thinks she may have newly arrived here.He watches her closing her eyes and shaking her head and body as if she is singing a song.He watches her for a long time until he hears Grandma calling out for him and goes back to have dinner.The two boys loaded up in the car as I finally got the engine started with lots of coaxing, and after a loud hiccup from the engine, we pulled away from the curb 25114. Nate and Ben held a ten minute debate about their favorite super heroes as we drove to pick up Mason from daycare. This is what I didn't understand: Sam was average height and lean without resembling a bean pole, with dark hair and an expensive white car. He seemed perfectly normal, but everyone avoided him like the plague. Sam turned and looked at me for a minute. Sudden regret ripped through me 25114. Why in the world did I tell him that? Sam was finally really looking at me. Not just looking at me, he seemed to be judging every aspect of me, looking into my past with those annoyingly warm eyes. I shrank back a bit into my chair and folded my arms, resorting to stare at my Walmart sneakers. But there was something floating in the back of his voice, something that sounded like mild interest. Perhaps he really had seen something inside of me; maybe somewhere in my eyes when I said it, there was a sparkle of something unknown, something hidden away, something human. Something of the person I used to be so long ago.He must have discovered something that he'd made a differing assumption about. Something normal, something average. Maybe he had seen volleyball practice this morning on the way to school and seen that I actually had talent despite my scrawniness? Maybe he found out that I had a four-point-oh, that I was smart? Maybe 25114 finally noticed the birthmark behind my right ear. I stared down at my desk, studied my blue pen and the ink smear on the side of my pinky finger. Maybe he was just really tired, staring out into space, and had realized something that had absolutely nothing to do with me. Yeah, that had to be it, I decided. I'm not that exciting.I quickly turned to face him the smirk never fading from his face. I can't say the same for you. I answered not letting my mask crack. Why not? Am I not handsome enough? He said sounding disappointed. As I told you previously I'm not interested. I'm only trying to prove myself worthy. I said turning my family dagger in my hand my fingers going smoothly over the beautiful gold inscriptions. How can I win your interest? Should I learn archery and fighting? He said genuinely interested. You don't know that stuff? I chuckled mocking him. I don't like that