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We were able to find a chair to relieve my feet in the corner of the dining hall. Slipping my foot out of the heel I massaged the sole wincing at the spazzing of discomfort. Thankfully there weren't any people to witness my improper manners. Besides the occasional waitress walking by.
“You should feel proud how long you lasted.” Soul was leaning against the wall next to me.
His amused expression showed how hilarious he found this situation. Not surprisingly he seemed to care less about missing the main speeches. He had disappeared for a few seconds, coming back with a drink that was much darker then the one’s that we’re being handed out and a pastry that was shaped like a flower and tasted of a chocolate fudge cake of some sort.
