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(the next day)

"Dad I want to go out for a walk". I shouted. Oh really, you've never ask for this before....what happened this time.dad said.
I...just want....to ...know more about this place...wait what is the name of this place?I said
Nostaline...dad said.
Wow it's name is really nice....kinda...
I said.
Yeah..yeah whatever....but don't forget to come home early... we'll be going to Mrs Smith my client for dinner, personally for you and me.dad said

What's about me?I thought you never liked the fact that I was your son and the fact that you had to tell others about me. I said

Yeah.. I regretted for what I did yesterday..see,it's okay, I want to make it up for what I did so will you accept my apologies?

Already did,I know how tongues will wag when people get to know my identity.Dad I think it's high time we pretended to be strangers to people.

I think you are getting this whole thing wrong Nate,okay just hurry and come home.

Whatever dad..I said.

Dude...? Dad said

I won't lie I'll be here soon dad,... no need to worry.
(Nathan leaves with his headset in his ear)

Dad was really nice to me but to speak the truth I really miss mom. I barely spoke to her when I was at Dad's. I took a long walk on Nostaline streets. People were moving to and fro in the city which was really weird because back in Valentine, people were always  indoors and hardly came out. Hmmm that was a total different feeling. What even pissed me off was the couple tree I saw in the middle of the city. Not to talk much, everything...I saw..there....was disgusting. Maybe it's my first time seeing people kiss...or whatever.
I came back home as dad wanted and went to Mrs Molly's house. Thought everything would be boring but it went pretty well (sighs)
Well the only thing that was fascinating about Mrs Molly's was the room where they kept story books...just kidding that place was hilarious..(being ironic)
We came back home after a long marathon of my dad talking about business and stuff with"her"

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