Wednesday morning began for Hope at 5:00.  He woke up ten minutes before the alarm clock rang and lay with his arms spread out on the bed, looking up at the ceiling...

"And here it came again...this day...the day you were gone...I tried so hard to be good and successful to please you...but you left me anyway. I'm sorry I didn't see how hard it was for you and help you... How are you, Mom? I hope - you are reborn and don't see how I live now..." - Hope was torn from his sad thoughts by the creak of the door opening and he turned his head.

"Are you awake yet? I want to pick up the cash. I've got it almost all packed up. The buns you and I made turned out great! I left you two for breakfast," Grandpa burst into the room like a southwest monsoon, spoke encouragingly fast, and walked to the locker by the small worktable.

Taking the money, which he had habitually kept in this room, which he had formerly used as an office, he turned to Hope and saw his sad eyes full of tears, "Stop being so sad, get up and wash up! We've got to get out early so we can get everywhere!"

"Uh-huh," the boy replied, slowly got up and waddled to the bathroom.

This morning he and Troy would drive to the temple where his mom's ashes were located. It was a long drive, a little over an hour away, so they would have to do their best to get ready quickly so they wouldn't be late for school.

Hope ran down the stairs from the second floor, made his way to the kitchen and looked at the large wooden clock on the wall:

"Fifteen minutes to spare, I'll make it!"

He decided to make tea the Thai way today: he put a pot on low heat, poured milk and water into it, added sugar, some condensed milk and two spoonfuls of loose leaf black tea. Taking mint stalks out of the refrigerator, he slowly broke off the leaves and threw them into the brewing drink.

Ten minutes later the matter was finished. Guy poured the tea into mugs for himself and Grandpa, and put the rest into a thermos.

"What a rich aroma! Mmmm... I've grown to love this fragrant herb now too!" - Troy walked over to the table, tucking in his white shirt and taking a whiff of the scent.

"When I drink it, it makes me feel warm to my soul..." - Hope said and stared unblinkingly at the beige-gray drink in his mug, a picture of his mother sitting at the table, inhaling the aroma of tea from her favorite rose cup and smiling popped into his head..

"Eat Tao So!" - Grandpa held out a bun to the sinking kid.

"Huh?... Yeah... We'll eat in the car," Hope said as if waking up from a dream, "We better hurry up. Let's go!"

Hope stared out the window in silence the whole ride. Grandpa tried several times to break the silence, but seeing no response from the boy, he gave up.

It was not yet seven when they arrived at the place, parked the car and walked along the path to the temple. In front of them stood an impressive, massive, bright pink, 17-story tower-shaped building with a huge green dragon coiled around it.

Wat Sam Phran temple

The unusual architecture of the Wat Sam phran temple impressed Hope every time he visited, he felt like he had entered another world. Despite its proximity to the capital, the temple was hardly mentioned in guidebooks, so there were always few people here, which created a quiet aura of privacy and peace.

At the base of the building were many sculptures and a giant bronze Buddha.

The man and the boy walked past it towards a huge garden with images of all the signs of the Chinese zodiac, which also contained Chedi. One of them held the ashes of Hope's mother.

(From the author: Chédi (from Thai čedi) - in the Buddhist art of Thailand, a type of stupa made of concrete. It is characterized by a stepped base, which transitions into a bell-shaped form with the completion in the form of a tall spire)

He knelt down in front of the stupa, took out one of the two bags of buns and a thermos prepared by Troy.

"Mom... we saw you on Mother's Day not long ago... Remember, back then I told you how much I loved you and told you about my success in school and sports... and today I came just... to cry... Even though you told me that death is natural and marks the transition to another life... I miss you very much, Mom!.. You shouldn't have left me... it was selfish of you! Leaving me like that without saying goodbye..." - Hope said everything that was on his heart at that moment, couldn't hold back the tears and burst into tears.

Memories of that ill-fated day came over him.

Two years ago, he had rushed to his mother's house after work to share his joy with her - his basketball team had pulled out a victory today in the final minutes of a very important game, and he had made a significant contribution.

It was already dark, and Hope saw the flashing red and blue lights of an ambulance on their lot. He sprinted toward the house, but... he was stopped by Troy's strong embrace.

"Son... Wait! Your... your mom passed away today... Be strong, honey! You shouldn't have to go in there and see that!" - Grandpa's voice trembled and he clutched the boy tightly, wanting with all his might to protect him.

"No!...it can't be! She was healthy! She was smiling at me this morning and singing a song as she made tea! She couldn't be dead!....Let me go! Nooo! Don't hold me! She couldn't!" - screamed Hope with all his might, breaking free from the strong arms.

Troy had to let him go because the screaming wouldn't stop. He lowered his head when he saw the boy stumble into the house, pull a cigarette from his pocket, and remain standing outside.

Hope ran into the house. There were people in it but he didn't notice them, he ran past the living room and turned left and stopped at the open door. In a two-by-one-and-a-half room, a body lay on a bed that took up the entire space of this tiny room, head toward the door, covered with a sheet.

A tall, neat man in tight black jeans and a dark blue jacket with "Forensics" written on it was standing next to the bed with his back to the entrance, writing something down in a notebook.

Hope took a few steps and walked closer to the bed...his hand reaching for the body, he placed it on his mother's covered head. The cold...feeling it, he yanked his hand away and backed away. Horror was imprinted on Hope's face, he made no sound, it was as if his heart had stopped, his skin was marble-colored, and nausea came to his throat...

The man noticed the boy's shocked state, took him by the shoulders and slowly turned him towards him.

At that moment Hope grabbed his mouth and ran towards the bathroom. He was vomiting with such force that it seemed his insides would follow the contents of his stomach as well.

Knock, knock, knock

The door opened, the guy lifted his head and saw the medical examiner entering.

"How are you?" - He asked, and holding out a towel to the guy, squatted down next to him.

The CSI's beautiful light brown eyes were full of sympathy, and he put his hand on Hope's head, who was still in shock:

"I'm sorry, kid... You should cry now, it'll get a little easier... I know..."

The man then lifted Hope up and sat him on the edge of the tub:

"Listen! Your neighbor has already answered all our questions. I've done an examination of the site and... the body. Preliminarily, it was suicide: I found a sedative in her hand, and some of the pills were scattered on the floor. I also found this..." - The man held out a piece of paper torn from a notebook to Hope.

The boy wiped his eyes in an attempt to read what was written on it in his own beautiful handwriting, "I want you to have one less problem, son, and I miss your father so much. I'm going to a better world! Be happy!"

"Mommy..." - Finally the dam holding back Hope's tears broke.

The end of the flashback.

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Grandpa did not rush the boy, who was spilling out his pain, and just stood silently beside him, sometimes touching his shoulder or head with his hand as a sign of support and consolation.

After twenty minutes, Hope's sobs subsided, he wiped away his tears and opened the thermos, sprinkled tea on the grass at Chadi's place and placed the open bag of Tao So:

"I brought your favorite scones and tea... I hope you like it!... I tried my best to please you. Mommy, I promise you that I will sort out all my problems and live a happy life..."

He slowly stood up and folded his arms at his chest:

"I love you!"

Next, they went to the monks inhabiting the temple to make a donation. Hope handed a second bag of buns to the members of the religious community, and Troy added a sizable wad of money to the offering. 

When they had completed the formalities and the monk had delivered the sermon, Troy said:

"There are still fifteen or twenty minutes to go... If you want, we can sit in the local garden and get some fresh air!"

"Yeah, come on..." - Hope felt devastated and needed time to recover.

They walked to the green and flower-fragrant temple grounds and took a seat on a massive bench with miniature dragons carved from solid wood sleeping on the side handles.

Today the sky was bright blue and clear. The sun wasn't baking hard yet. The breeze lightly touched the leaves on the trees.

Feeling the clean air with the sweet smell of plumeria, which filled his lungs with every breath, the boy closed his eyes, launched himself into the sounds of the world around him and began to slowly dissolve into them. He felt the warmth of the sun warming his body and tried to push out with this energy the thoughts and emotions pressing on him now.

Troy looked at the boy sitting next to him and was overwhelmed with fatherly feelings:

"How do I protect this child? How do I keep his fragile soul safe in this troubled world? I have to do something! Just what?! Raise ties? But few people will choose to contact Makoto... maybe Nanfa can help... or contact the Kititchat family! They've been getting stronger and more influential lately... Ah, if money could solve the problem... I would've found that amount long ago, but Makoto... the old bitch... only allowed the problem to be solved on the condition that the kid works off half of the debt with his own labor and no other way... I have to find a solution and get my son out of this shithole!"

"Shall we go?! We gotta go," Hope said quite quietly without opening his eyes.

"Uh-huh," Troy heard him though and agreed.

The boy slowly stood up and they headed towards the car.

The ride to school took longer than expected as traffic had already built up on the road. Hope thought back to yesterday and decided to try his luck and Troy's:

"Grandpa, will you tell me about yesterday's situation at the club and how you got involved with it! But don't be silly... I already know a lot of things when I put two plus two together.".

"When have I ever done that?! I'll tell it like it is. Yesterday, when you were unconscious, that bastard wanted to rape you... Bastard!.... Norman got you out of there. He could have reacted sooner. I didn't teach him well!" - Troy began to answer Hope's questions honestly, and as he did so, the veins in his neck swelled and his eyebrows shifted to the bridge of his nose.

And then, as if awake, Hope noticed the large dark red fresh marks on the knuckles of both hands resting on the steering wheel. He hadn't seen them until that moment because he'd been completely immersed in thoughts of his mom, but now he wondered how it could have gotten past his Troy-trained keen eyesight.

"When I went to bed last night, did you go out anywhere? Where did those bruises and abrasions on your arms come from? They weren't there when Tao So was cooking! Did you go out with my client yesterday?" - Hope didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

"Yes! I met that kid and made it clear to him that he's an asshole who has no right to even lay a finger on you! I wanted to shove his own feet up his ass. But I still had my self-control, thank the gods. I stopped in time and thought it would be better to take him by the ear to his father, Khun Amnat, but... the little rat burst into tears and begged me not to do it, as his parent did not know his preferences, and promised that he would never set foot in that Club again. I know his father well...he'd definitely rip his hide off of him. So I took pity and changed the punishment. The bastard will remember my lesson for a long time. I left him something for last. His ass will hopefully be sore for a long time to come..." - Troy answered honestly, saying the last phrases very quietly, so that the boy couldn't hear them.

"... I see... I don't even have to ask how you found him. I'm sure you had help from your boys... I'd like to know one more thing. Is every room bugged? And who else besides Norman is watching me at the Club? You said yesterday that there are YOUR PEOPLE there..." - Hope decided to get answers to all his questions at once.

"Only you are being watched... But I want to tell you right away that I don't know all the details of your meetings with those perverts, and I don't want to know. I'm saving my heart. I only get a report if something extra-ordinary happens... like that..." - Troy didn't want to hide anything from his son.

After a little silence, he continued: "And about the man - you'll probably be surprised... Hehehe."

"Is that Green?", Hope put forward his assumption and Troy immediately took his eyes off the road and looked at him carefully and surprised.

"How did you know, kid? I'm impressed with your insight! I needed eyes and ears in your Staff Room... well, and I found someone who can help. Don't ask me how, I won't tell you!" - Grandpa was shocked that his man had been so easily exposed.

"I just put together everything I've seen and heard. Green's support is obvious. I thought he was doing this because of his human qualities...but it turns out..." - Hope turned back to the window and looked out at the clouds, he was sad that Green, being somewhat of his friend at work, was turning out to be doing all this for a reason.

"Don't judge him so immediately... He's a nice kid, but fate has hurt him a bit, and now he's working at this place of his own free will," Troy stood up for Green.

"Hmm... Are you going to tell me his story?" - Hope wanted to know more.

"If he wants to tell it himself... Gossiping behind my back isn't in my principles," Grandpa mumbled, overtaking the huge truck that was preventing the car from moving faster.

"Okay... there's one more question, but I don't know how to approach it... ahem... clients don't want something more from me, since it's spelled out in the terms of meeting with me?" - Hope usually wasn't shy about talking to Grandpa about sex, but in this case it was directly about his body and the many clients who had touched his body before. He didn't want to piss Troy off, knowing how hurt he was by everything that was going on.

"Oooh...I'll just say it - you're my EVERYTHING! I don't know if you're a virgin. But as soon as I found out you were starting at the Club, I immediately came up with this plan together with Norman. No one else knows, not even Ms. Makoto knows, since everything is confidential at the Club, and the customers don't complain, they're... ohhh... fine with it... *Bam*... nasty bastards!" - Troy hated to even think of anyone touching his son for money and began chiseling the steering wheel with his palm again.

Hope blushed slightly and, deciding to ignore the topic of virginity and customers being thrilled with his work, abruptly steered the conversation away, "What if Ms. Makoto finds out?"

"It's been two months. She doesn't care about it. And if she finds out... I'll solve the problem!" - Grandfather firmly blurted out.

As they talked, time flew by and they were already pulling up to the school. In three minutes the first class was to begin. Hope grabbed his backpack, said goodbye to Troy and ran to the school porch, but suddenly he saw a familiar silhouette on "his" bench.

He walked over and sat down next to it.

"How are you? Did you go to your mom's?" - Jean asked quietly.

"Yeah, I was with her...everything's fine," Hope replied in the same quiet voice.

Then suddenly...

"Let's skip first class! I know it's not your thing, but I really need to talk to you..." - Jean turned to him, and Hope, seeing her puffy and red eyes, clearly from her recent sobs, nodded quickly in agreement..

They decided to walk into the shade of the trees to their favorite spot where they often had lunch.

There was a moment's silence, Hope not hurrying her. Jean rubbed the hem of her black skirt with her neat little fingers, gathering her thoughts, and suddenly she raised her head and looked at her friend with eyes full of sadness and pain:

"What a fool I am, Hope! I still can't believe I got myself into this situation... An idiot in love... Remember what I said about the new piano teacher?! He turned out to be a total asshole... only I didn't realize it right away, and all this shit happened so fast..."

Jean told her friend her story for half an hour, with evident self exertion without raising her head, then raised her tear-filled eyes to him:

"Hope, what am I to do? I'm at such a loss. I don't know if anyone can help me!"

"Jean!... Listen to me... This story we're going to close once and for all! Trust me! Are you going to have class with that asshole today?" - Hope wanted to start by calming Jean down, even though he was speaking softly enough to her, but his eyes were glittering with rage and he was already starting to think out a plan in his head to exact retribution.

"There is no class today, it will be tomorrow at 4pm... Do you want to come with me? Maybe I shouldn't!!! I'm scared for you.... He's not a weak man..." - Jean didn't want to get his close friend into trouble at all.

"I've known you since you were a child. You're my fearless, fun-loving, and daring Jean! And in this situation, you've transformed. Where is the fear from? Of course I'm going with you tomorrow! It's out of the question! Bastards must be punished, otherwise they'll feel free to breed! Do you understand me?" - Hope's blood was boiling, the veins in his neck and eyes widened, his nostrils began to flare, and from this picture Jean suddenly... laughed, wiping away her tears in parallel:

"Yes, Daddy! I heard and understood everything. Don't get so boisterous! Ha ha... Now I know for sure you're not an angel, though I had my doubts before. An angel can't make a beastly face like that. Turns out you can be one too. I'll take the help. Thanks, friend, I feel so much better now that I've told you everything!"

Hope smiled through the force, got to his feet and pulled Jean by the arm:

"Since that's the case, let's go to class! Break has already started."

As they approached the classroom, a concerned Pruit rushed over to them, "What are you people doing? Is something wrong? In my memory, you, Hope, have never missed class! Spit it out! I'm waiting!"

"Get out of my way! None of your business, cling fish!" - Jean poked her classmate in the forehead with her finger, made a menacing face, and walked to her seat.

"Well I'm...well...first on the list...right? Do you have a problem with that?" - Pruit stood lost in the doorway and looked at Hope with pleading eyes.

"We just overslept without arranging it, it happens. Our alarm clocks broke at the same time... Hmm, must be electromagnetic storms... Hasn't that ever happened to you! Come on, buddy! Lesson's coming up," the Headman, smiling broadly, put his arms around Pruit's neck and dragged him to the classroom.

Three lessons flew by quickly, and the boys went to the park for lunch. Hope looked in his lunchbox and was surprised to see Massaman in it.

(From the author: Massaman is a traditional Thai dish that has many variations in preparation but usually consists of beef or lamb cooked in coconut milk with potatoes, onions, peanuts and spices such as coriander, cumin, cardamom and cinnamon)

"Wow! Did your Grandpa take a cooking class?" - Pruit said unceremoniously, peering into Hope's container.

"Don't attract a snake that might eat your liver with noise!" - Jean voiced the well-known proverb, but did so bloodthirstily with a savage squint, leaning toward the speaker, then laughed ringingly, "What a face! Are you afraid of me, My Shadow?!"

At the sight of this scene, a thought immediately ran through Hope's mind, "Whatever happens, she can handle it! This is where we all forget our sorrows. Oh, except that my problem is now inside the walls that used to protect me..."

"Prut, just watch your plate!" - The headman gently pushed his friend's head away and suddenly noticed Mali crumpling shyly to the side.

"Nong'Mali, hi guys, this is my youngest. She'll be joining us for lunch from now on. Please love and welcome!" - Hope said hello and immediately introduced this humble little girl to everyone, then added, turning to the girl, "Are you doing well?"

"Yes, P'Hope!... All is well, thanks to you!... I brought you some pancakes with sweet filling!" - Mali held out a wooden plate of light green colored pancake rolls to the boy.

"What a cutie!" - Jean stretched out with a smile and added, pointing to the seat next to her, "Sit here! I'm Jean."

"Yes! The complete opposite of you..." - Pruit muttered quietly, but the girl heard it and, frowning, cracked him on the back of the head lightly.

Lunch passed merrily, as did the next two English lessons, where the boys had to speak fluently on the subject of "My School Friends." For this time Hope again forgot about his sorrows and problems until... it was time for the end of the sixth lesson.

The bell rang and the students began to quickly and yet loudly pack up their belongings, not five minutes later everyone had left the classroom.

Hope walked over to his locker, opened the door and froze.

"Ohhhh... The meeting with the Lion is imminent, right? As team captain I can't miss practice. Gotta just go and be Hope, then he won't recognize me and everything will be fine..." - Mentally the kid tried to calm himself down, but his body didn't want to move.

"Hey buddy! I don't recognize you! Why aren't you running headlong to your favorite basketball game? You can't live without the ball!" - Jean pulled Hope away from his heavy thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way..." - the boy woke up from his heavy musings, picked up his uniform and walked towards the exit of the classroom.

"You're kind of weird..." - Jean muttered, looking at the receding figure.

Before leaving, Hope turned around and said: "Friend, text him that you're ready to meet after 4 p.m. at his house, and send me his address on Line. And don't worry about it! We'll work it out tomorrow!" Seeing Jean's nod, he walked out of the classroom.

Hallway, stairs, hallway, locker room - it was the usual way for the team captain to get to the gym, but this time he was experiencing very different emotions as he walked through it.

He was greeted several times, but he didn't notice anyone or hear anything at that moment.

In the locker room, the guys on the team joked and speculated about what they thought their new coach would be like. Hope was silently changing his clothes.

It was time to go to the gym. The captain was trailing the line as he wanted to delay his meeting with the Lion as far as possible.

*Whistle*

The whistle sounded and a familiar tall figure in a red tracksuit with white inserts on the sides and white sneakers invited everyone to line up. When everyone had gathered, the man began to speak, doing so in a coachly loud and clear manner:

"Greetings High School XW senior varsity team! As of today, I will be your coach. You may address me as P'Jake. Trainings will be held as before on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 3pm-5pm. Next week we have a game against XY High School. We will emphasize preparation, and I will also evaluate your skills and form the main lineup for that game."

The coach looked in his notebook and continued:

"To begin, I ask the captain to start the training session with a jog - ten laps, and then do a fifteen minute warm-up, paying special attention to the legs. After that we will work on ball possession technique, and all the rest of the first hour will be devoted to counter-actions in defense. We'll play the second hour. Nong'Hope, you may begin!"

While his teammates whispered their admiration of the coach's awesomeness, Hope's only wish was that his heart wouldn't jump out of his chest and onto the floor, as his engine's attempts to burst through his rib cage grew more and more serious with each word and movement of the coach.

Hope hoped Lion couldn't see his twitchy movements and flushed cheeks, and tried to concentrate on the mission he had been entrusted with.

Toward the end of the first hour, the boy began to let go, because, firstly, the Lion showed no signs of recognizing him, and, secondly, feeling the heavy leather ball in his hands, Hope felt his brain filling up with the endorphins he needed now.

By the beginning of the second half of the session, the Captain was both relaxed and focused. His playing was flawless, his movements precise, and his thoughts clear.

*Whistle*

A long whistle sounded, signifying the end of the game and all the athletes gathered around the coach:

"You will learn about the results of my observations and the main lineup for the game at the next training. Thank you for the good work! Everyone is dismissed!... Except for the captain..." 

Hope was still holding the ball he hadn't had time to put away and was already looking toward the locker room before the coach uttered the last phrase... and he was immediately overwhelmed by a flood of thoughts:

"What? Why?... Oh... Pull yourself together Hope! You're the captain... He just wants to talk about the upcoming game..."

"P'Jake, you wanted to discuss tactics for the upcoming game?" - Hope decided to ask right away, expecting a positive answer.

"No," the coach began to approach him and stopped at arm's length.

The boy's breath caught, and his cheeks, already pink after the game, flushed even more.

"How about a little fun?" - The man asked smilingly.

"W-what...?" - Hope staggered as Lion's words reminded him of their first meeting.

"It did happen after all! He recognized me!" - The thought made his jaw drop and his hands begin to shake treacherously.

"I haven't played in a while! Keep me company!" - The man said cheerfully, grabbing the ball from the captain's hands.

"I can't-I'm in a big hurry!" - A surprised Hope decided to refuse as soon as possible and retreat.

"No refusal accepted! It's only for fifteen minutes!" - Jake shouted cheerfully, already driving the ball and starting to move towards the basket at breakneck speed... two steps... and it, flying more than half a meter, hit the target accurately.

The coach picked up the ball and threw it into Hope's hands: "Let's get started! You're in a hurry!"

"Or maybe he didn't recognize me... He just wants to play... why not! I've got to show him the good skills! I'm not giving in today!" - Hope's eyes lit up and he confidently drove the ball toward the basket, but stopped abruptly at the three-point line... Jake didn't have time to react... shot... hit it exactly right.

"3:0! Good start! The ball is mine!" - the man grabbed the ball and started to bring it out of the zone.

The game was evenly matched, both players were on top of their game, not yielding to their opponent, but eventually Hope successfully made a blocked shot of Coach's throw with no offense, took the ball out and scored again from the far line. Jake smiled broadly and applauded.

Hope stood still for a moment...now in the boy's eyes the Lion shone like a bright star, so beautiful and strong...tender feelings for this man captured his heart, and it was important not to give them away, so Hope reported loud and clear: "Good game, P'Jake! If you'll excuse me! I gotta go now!" - And ran toward the exit of the gym.

As he burst into the locker room, he abruptly pulled off his sweat-wet T-shirt, sat down on the bench, covered his face with his hands, and began to inhale and exhale slowly to calm himself down.

Just as his heart began to return to normal, someone entered the room without knocking.

Hope looked up and immediately stood up, "P'Jake..."

"You ran away so fast. You're the captain and you know for a fact that opponents usually shake hands after the game!" - the man walked smilingly towards him, then stopped half a meter away and held out his palm.

"Can a healthy lad of eighteen have a heart attack!" - Hope's heart gave out again, but he didn't pull and his hand lay in the warm large palm of this incredibly attractive man.

The man shook the hand confidently and, without releasing it, began to move even closer to the boy's naked, sweaty body. The coach's loose T-shirt lightly touched Hope's chest, he felt his breath at his ear and abruptly held his own. But his body was already reacting to what was happening: excitement created a huge number of goosebumps that ran from his head down his back to his legs, and his breathing became ragged and ragged.

Coach reached up and... took one of the towels that were stacked on the locker above Hope's head and pulled away, "Gonna take a shower. Aren't you coming?"

"W-what? N-no...I'm...I'm gonna go at home..." - Hope's voice was failing him again.

"At home you mean?!! That's good. I'll see you around, Captain!" - The man smiled softly, raised his free hand in farewell and walked out of the locker room, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts:

"Phuuuuuhhh... and what was that! He came so close... he smelled like something citrusy... He's not flirting, is he?! No, no! Such hot breath and a warm palm... Ah... Don't even think about it! He just grabbed a towel... aren't there any in the coach's room?! Or he came in to shake hands, saw the towel, calmly took it and left - logical. It's my reaction to him that's too vivid! Gods, what is wrong with my heart and my body?! Stop! Time to run... I'm late again... I'll think about all of this when I'm in my room!"

Hope quickly changed his clothes, grabbed his backpack, and ran to the parking lot where Grandpa was already waiting for him.

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