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I stepped out of the shower, went directly to the wardrobe and after dressing up, headed downstairs to the kitchen. There wasn't much energy in me to eat, or to do anything for the matter but there wasn't time to whine about it.
I took the last bite of my apple and threw it in the garbage before leaving the house and hopping on my bike. It was sort of a long ride to Bree's house from mine but with time one would get used to it. Anyway, that house was just provisional, of course, I liked it and everything— especially the fact that it was away from everything, surrounded by the quietness of the woods but still, I was looking forward to more. Mostly because of Bree.
As much as I wanted to think about the future and daydream about the possible scenarios of a future life with her, righ
