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They start again. This time Stanley starts playing the piano along with Eva singing. The atmosphere between them looks light and cheerful. Talking about various things and practicing, they spend the time peacefully. Mary comes to the room with some snacks and stops at the door while watching them. She smiles at the sight of the two 94770. She wonders Stanley has never been so close to any of his friends in such a short time. She thinks Eva is special. And I understood. And I was determined to make something of myself. There was still a flame inside of me, a dim one, but I was going to make it shine bright and reach my full potential. I knew I was a good person, and I was going to strive to be that person again. It'd just sort of fizzled out the last few years 94770. I was going to make good friends again. I was going to join the volleyball team and finally get back into my favorite sport. I was going to be the best babysitter I could be to the little boys I watched after school.Once I had helped put the boys to bed that night, 94770 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.Accompanied with my own thoughts I sauntered the streets. 94770 was a city where it's crowded but my route was deserted. It was cold and yeah the unlucky me forgot to wear socks again. When my mom would say that socks protect you the most from cold I would laugh but today was as if her sayings were mocking me instead. I saw a girl standing near the pole, she seemed pretty. My consciousness told me not to look at her but I behaved like that stereotypical character of every horror movie that would become curious at the very wrong moment. I looked at her but her hair were all over her face so I just controlled and continued my little journey to home. My feet hurt, I've walked to my home many times from the university but it was never this prolonged or it was never this abandoned. The moon looked so bewitching that I wanted to take a picture I turned back to take my phone out of my backpack but I saw that girl a few steps behind me but the strange thing was that I never heard footsteps if she was walking behind me all this time.I aimed at the head of the manican with my dagger trying to feel my surroundings as I threw my shot. The dagger did a couple of 360's slicing the air with a quip sound before it 94770 smoothly sank into the forehead. Poor Jim, next time I'll try to aim at your heart instead. I said pulling the invaluable dagger off the manican's head. Jim? I heard a chuckle. My heart almost stopped from the scare. Someone found me and caught me red handed.