Chapter 4 // Reminiscing.

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      "I'm surprised Paulina isn't home yet", Val commented that next Saturday afternoon. We had already eaten breakfast, & clean up the messes we made around the house & Lina still wasn't home yet. It wasn't unusual for me anyways. She usually always came home around noon. 

       I sighed. "She does this all the time. I don't know why she says she'll try to be home in the morning. There's only ever a few occasions when Paulina ever comes back in the morning. I've never even see this friend she stays sleeping over & hanging by".

     "That's weird .. really weird".

     "I know right". I rolled my eyes. "But anyways, what should we do today?"

    "Vamos a ir de compras! Duuuh", Val said excitedly. She spoke Spanish around me so much I could understand what she saying. 

      I smiled.  "Shopping it is then".

      We both got ready & headed to Bridgestone Mall, our favorite. Whenever Val & I go shopping together, we never know how to come out. Sadly this particular day, I couldn't focus my attnetion on the beautiful clothes laid before me. All my mind could do was wander back to that note. No matter how many times I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, a wave of wonder would wash it right back in focus. Valentina automatically noticed this.

       "You know Wyn, you've been acting real funny from since last night". 

       "No, no I'm fine", I assured her.

       "Tuh, tuh, like I don't know you .. you're thinking about Kevin again aren't you?"

        Kevin. KEVIN. Why does that ring a bell to something?

        I shook my head. ''Quite actually the last person on my mind at the moment".

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       Approximately 4 hours later, Valentina & I stepped out of the mall with 8 shopping bags EACH. 

       "Aint nothing like shopping to clear your mind, oi!'. Valentina put all of our bags in the back of the car & got in the passenger seat, me in the driver's seat.

        I started up the car.

        Today was a pretty good day ... but there was still something weighing heavy on my chest.

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