Below you will find verbatim records of telephone numbers from 600290000 - 600299999

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 60029 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 60029, 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 60029, 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. I was flustered nonetheless. I shuffled my feet, sneaking a tiny glance back at Sam. He was still looking, same expression. I walked to 60029 desk to get a hall pass. He gave me permission to go to the bathroom, where I lingered, trying to waste time. I scrubbed at the ink on my hand with the neon pink hand soap in the bathroom. I'd have to get a pen with faster drying ink to avoid these smears again. The soap smelled weird. When I came back into the classroom and took my seat, Sam didn't look at me. His face was stone again, just like it was when we first met. Only now it was a scowl of determination. He flicked a glance at me through his eyelashes, then looked pointedly back to his English homework. I looked at Hero's parents with a small respectful smile that made them return the pleasant gesture. My dad still had doubt in his eyes although he nodded and let it slip. So...princess what else do you do 60029. That is not you know...a secret from your parents? Hero asked as we both decided to take a real stroll in the garden. The sun was setting, the sky was a soothing mixture of orange and purple, and a cool breeze came by to make my fuzzy curls fly everywhere. I enjoyed the feeling that made me feel so alive and free.