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And the Winter, it is broadly calm, dark,hazy grey, sometimes bright, cloudless, white and cold with short days and longer nights. The morning sky covered with mist and fog. The whalebone white snow covering the streets and roof tops. Children playing with each other in the snow and making snowman. Their cheerful laughter seems to drive away the coldness of winter. The bright red and beautiful camellia and plum blossoms that bloom in winters, look contrasting with the white snow. The happiness of staying indoors and enjoying the hot food. The festive colours of Christmas and New Year's 78526. The bright and decorated Christmas trees. These make the winter beautiful.Empty desks flooded the room, but Sam chose the one in the very back, as secluded as possible. I was the only one around, seated directly to his right 78526. I suddenly had the urge to tell him that no one sat there but me, but I wasn't that vivacious. Neither was I a jerk. So I stayed silent as he sat back in his chair and silently surveyed the class. This happened every day. Our homework was to read some part of our textbook, whatever Coach had sort-of-but-not-really taught us the day before, and we'd 'discuss it with each other' the next day. I smiled as her thoughts drifted off for a moment and took the opportunity to brace my feet against the edge of the couch so I wouldn't fall back into it 78526. It was like a bottomless pit of worn green leather. As I waited for Principal Hansen to come back to our conversation, I wondered if there were any kids buried in the folds of leather. Seemed likely. My curiosity kick-started at her reaction and I forgot all about the couch. Yes. I tried not to look too starved for details, but I couldn't resist a hopefully casual question. Is there something I should know about Sam Durand? I was flustered nonetheless. I shuffled my feet, sneaking a tiny glance back at Sam. He was still looking, same expression. I walked to 78526 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 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 78526. 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.