XLIV. Simple Life
ERIK "Can I have one bouquet of roses, please?" The vendor at the local market hands me my order, and I walk away satisfied. I remember how happy my mother was when I gave her flowers, and I could only hope that Mrs. Frye would have the same reaction. She isn't someone who gets amused easily, that I know. As I walk to the library, I can't help but think about my dream last night. The torment I'd endured for years. It feels like it was just yesterday, and the wounds are still here. I try to push away the thoughts from my mind, and I succeed when I see a familiar bicycle moving towards me. I smile as the one riding it gets off to greet me, and we shake hands. Andrew seems to have grown taller, but maybe it's just me. "Erik!" he exclaims, grinning from ear to ear. "It's good to see y
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