“Don’t know. Don’t care. It feels good. That’s all that matters to me.”The next moment caught them entirely by surprise, all three of them.A...man walked around a corner and into the orange, crystal light. In his open palm was a golf ball-sized shard of crystal glowing with a dim, beige-colored light. He was naked, thin, pale, middle-aged, and otherwise thoroughly unremarkable looking. Dirty, blonde hair barely covered his scalp in wispy, strands. His eyes, a pale brown, flew wide open as his. It was this sound I heard one morning vibrating through the air. It could only be one person - Wiferth. I ran to the North Gate, lifted the bar off and threw open the gates. Coming towards me was not just one carriage but three. My old carriage and two which obviously had been copied, being pulled by four horses each.I spotted Wiferth and alongside him sat Easterhyld with a young child in her arms. The buggy was stacked and covered with hides and other personal items. To the rear of them were. “Yes, it’s Sunday. That’s the one constant in my schedule anymore,” I said.“Figured,” she said. “Blake will be coming over at lunch time. I’m cooking, and the two of you, are eating. Then I will be going shopping and the two of you will be talking; hopefully productively. Okay?”“Yeah, well, hopefully, I guess,” I said.And then it was half past noon. Lunch was over, and Marian was shopping.I was sitting across from the man in my new neighbor’s apartment: the one he’d apparently and specially. No one here even knew they were dating. The one’s that are aware, Ms. Petty, swear that at school these two a consummate professionals. Like Ms. Bouvier said, Mrs. Lacey is a bully. I have personally pulled all four of her kids’ permanent records. Her kids are average students. They are constantly being referred for tier monitoring for behavior and unless an official request is made by the principal, she never comes to check on her children. She is only seen at the end of the year when she’s.