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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 99779. She wonders Stanley has never been so close to any of his friends in such a short time. She thinks Eva is special.Sam looked at me, turning his eyes to the book in my lap. He half-grimaced 99779, 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, 99779 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. 99779 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 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 99779. 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.