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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 69714 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.Sam looked at me, turning his eyes to the book in my lap. He half-grimaced 69714, whether at the prospect of working with me or simply because the assignment was lame, it hurt still the same. But he pulled up the assignment anyways. We sat in silence and stared at the assignment. I didn't want to be the initiator. But after we sat in awkwardness for a few minutes, realizing that no one else in the class was actually doing the assignment, at least, not writing anything down, I finally looked up. Once I had helped put the boys to bed that night, 69714 shut down her internet class and crashed on the couch with me. Needing some time to wind down and relax, we pulled a carton of Rocky Road out of the freezer and chowed down. Spanish class, for once, was hard. I understood all the vocabulary, but once we had to conjugate verbs and start making real sentences, my lack of good sleep caught up with me. It took me twice as long as normal to do our daily assignment. I left with the beginnings of a headache and was thinking about running to the vending machines by the cafeteria for a quick soda. The sugar injection of an orange Forma sounded perfect right then.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 69714 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