"Hey, come on Jame!", ,"I'm coming, ok.". I hope he's ok, Jane has been off lately. He's takin longer than normal when it comes to leaving the school, as well as sort of wondering off when we're on our way home.
Every once in a while he'll speed up, dragging his feet across the rough gravel, to catch up with me. "Hey, Ben why don't we stop by a small, local café, We should enjoy it while we can.", ,"Sure, I guess", I tried to give him hints through my body language, to no luck, mainly just because I really need to get my homework done, but also cause I could tell he was avoiding something. I wanted to know what it was.
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Lying in the Summer Breeze
Historia CortaA story about young friends and old wisdom.