Below you will find verbatim records of telephone numbers from 366140000 - 366149999

He helps her to stand and holds her hands in his leading the way. While walking Stanley moves away the stones and twigs in the way with his leg to let Eva walk comfortably. As they walk, he silently glances at 36614. She has pretty eyes, and a round face with blonde hair. The sun rays falling on her face seem to be shinning. He smiles looking at her.They reach her house and he knocks at her door. A young Lady opens the door, and is shocked to see Eva in wet clothes with Stanley.Sure, he was quiet and always alone. Sure he spent every spare minute of the day casually reading. And, sure, Dylan had told me that Sam was older than us all, already nineteen while the rest of us seniors were seventeen or eighteen, and nobody knew why. The only real things that set him apart were that he was always alone 36614, looked slightly older and more mature, and he always had this set in stone bored expression on his face. Like he was annoyed with something, but that something was some part of regular life that was always going to happen, and he wasn't pleased with the way it was going so far.After some unimportant small talk, I walked out a few minutes later, alive and freed from the hungry green couch 36614, and completely shocked that the principal had just instructed me to be careful of another student, all because it might put my reputation on the line. For practice, I always wore my jersey shorts that came down to my knees. Everyone else usually wore their spandex unless we were forced to practice outside in the cold, but it wasn't a big deal. This was different. It was uniform.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 36614 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