Be right back Samu, I do not take anything, and he looks at his watch, the watch that his father wore when alive, and go down the aisle, toward the high school.
I start up my stopwatch. If I beat my record I can be home in six minutes and start up the hill at a brisk pace, all that I get the legs. Soon I can almost smell the lentils that mom made, as every Monday, the day of lentils.
Hello, well in school, "I can eat a little sooner? is I have to do a job, I'll eat up large chunks of carrot and onion to give me a bit of disgust, but soon put me, please, to history, mother of history and look at the digital clock because when I was growing up we all had clocks that told you the time with numbers, even more ruthless than the hands. I get up from the table, I have no fruit, lentils and mom served my brothers and I remember that Dad hates to not be home when it comes, but I think it does not appear that Samuel's father cared very little that I would to like his son that he did not come home for three nights.
I leave home in a hurry, almost no time to restart the timer that I set the pace like a metronome. When I get to school I find sitting on a railing Samu under the shed where we have often parked the bikes, looking down. I sit beside him, I'm here, but he ignored me, only looks at his hands, like counting the fingers, ensuring that they remain ten.
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