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KEEP ON WALKING

  I question my thought process regarding these options, but regardless, I say to myself,

  'Meeting Caleb for tutoring is very important, but walking will probably help alleviate the pain, and if I'm correct, while waiting for me, she would most likely get some of that "important" work done, and as long as I'm not away for more than 30 minutes, it's a win-win for us both.'

  Now that I've got a justification ready to tell her why, why don't I just let my body wander for some time, and that it did.

  I walked across campus feeling better with each step. I try to remember the st time I actually walked alone, not thinking of where to go and what to do.

  'When was that? Five years ago when I ...'

  I look up at the sky, a half-forced smile on my face, and say,

  "I guess I shouldn't ruin this peaceful moment."

  And so I kept on walking, passing gardens and courts strangely empty of life.

  I looked at my watch—a souvenir I got for Till for my birthday—twelve twenty-seven a.m.

  'Weird clubs and floaters usually end at one. Could it be they changed schedules?'

  'No, the council is really strict; they wouldn't do that without a cause.'

  I took my phone from my pocket and opened up the announcement board and scoured my messages, yet the best I could find was a message sent yesterday that read,

  "DEAR professors and cherished peers,

  OUR council would like to ask of you who undertook the task of week-long volunteering at the NEW Eastmoore shelter for the sick and elderly to arrive precisely on time; all who arrive past TEN:30 am on 13/6/20XX (without prior notice) shall be reprimanded appropriately."

  'Huh, the thirteenth? That's after tomorrow, and wait, didn't I and Caleb volunteer?'

  'Crap, should we be preparing for that? No, we… well, I can't; the test is on the same day.'

  'Guess I'll ask Caleb what to do when we meet up.'

  Returning the phone to its pce, I look at the buildings around me—lecture halls and stores that, to a newcomer, seemed to dwarf other structures with simir functions. Walking and remembering all those days, though it was all st year, this pce has become a second home to me, a pce where I can rest at ease knowing that all who doubted my cims of innocence on Till's behalf are out of sight.

  While I'm pondering the past and my emotions, I spot a familiar store, much smaller than all around it. It was "Daizen Bell's Credit Store," a pce I used to frequent before I got a part-time job and even for a while after that.

  And as nostalgia hits me as hard as a truck, I ask myself, Is my mind clearer now? Should I [KEEP ON WALKING] OR [GO TO THE STORE]?

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