Below you will find verbatim records of telephone numbers from 600110000 - 600119999

Then, I will describe it for you - the summer and winter. The summer is pleasant, warm, serene, bright and clear. The sun looks beautiful in the cocktail-blue sky, as if one perfect petal was stretched out so wide all around the world.The clouds were bracketed to the eternal, summer sky. The beaked chorus of birds fill the air. Animals 60011 and birds looking around for shelter under trees. The green grass are downy soft. The fields in the countryside are laden with golden-yellow flowers. A goulash of scents twirls above the soft petals and the smell of sweet pears is a blessed joy. Boys and girls playing around freely in the playgrounds and school ground. The rustle and bustle of people going around the streets. The summer is warm and beautiful from every corner of the world.After the worst two years of her life, she's trying to be optimistic about starting over in a new town. In exchange for watching two little boys after school 60011, she gets a free, safe home with a family friend. But starting over isn't as easy as she'd like, especially since she's transferred a month into the semester. Friends are hard to make when you can't open up to people, so when she gets placed next to loner Sam Durand in a fourth--fourth!-- class, she decides they have enough in common that the friendship might work. Despite his avoidance of everyone in school, he seems to take a liking to Oby and makes a effort in their friendship.Sam blinked in surprise, but his expression was still stone. I guess he wasn't used to people just chatting with him, let alone conversationally asking about his choices. From what I had seen, it was kind of an unspoken social rule that no one talked to 60011, not if you didn't want to be talked about behind your back or judged in bad taste. He looked at me for a few more moments, and I didn't turn away although my insides were screaming for me to. 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 60011 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.His chill green eyes caught me off guard and perfectly shaved brown hair that stuck out of my surroundings. No one but him was standing so I was releived to find him alone. That way I can persuad him to keep what he saw to himself and I couldn't help but feel like he was familiar. Ah, your grace, I didn't know you were here already. I said trying to aim at the manican again. Maybe you should aim for my heart? He spoke 60011 slowly which irritated me, but when he touched my hand to put the dagger away I felt last time