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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 66016 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.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 66016, 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.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 66016, 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 66016 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 asked myself. I understand your prespective of the situation completely, but I want you to give it a chance. Hero offered me his hand. You won't be telling anyone about me training right? I said slipping my hand in his. His eyebrows knitted in confusion but answered jockingly anyway 66016. I wouldn't want your dagger to be stuck between my eyebrows like poor Jim. He laughed at his own joke. I thought so too. I hummed to myself. It'll be our little secret. He said intertwining our fingers together but I wasn't in a rush specaily something that I was forced into.