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Chapter Eight
The next two weeks flew by, which was better than what my expectations of them would have been. And it also turned out that the report wouldn’t have to be on my birthday, and was in fact the day after. So I was turning 17 the day before I would speak to the nation about crime. Pretty deep stuff. But I would get there.
So anyway, the next two weeks flew by, well...they did. I had expected them to be dull and lifeless, as the previous week had been, but with gathering more information, passing with an A* in all of my languages tests, and with remembering to post the invites...everything was going my way. For the first time in about a month. Which was absolutely great.
So anyway, the next two weeks flew by, well...they did. I had expected them to be dull and lifeless, as the previous week had been, but with gathering more information, passing with an A* in all of my languages tests, and with remembering to post the invites...everything was going my way. For the first time in about a month. Which was absolutely great.