It was impossible to walk on that day: it had been raining for the past 24 hours and rainwater was forming a little stream on top of the peddle path. I was faltering toward the School of Stilson and Eleanor, which was muffled in slim mist. I had a feeling that I was in dreamland, taking that I was half conscious from exhaustion and everything around me was so tranquil and sweet. Only the dull pain that I was to leave home for a long time kept me aware of my bitter plight. From my blurry eye that I could see a figure walking toward me.
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