I'm on the balcony. I'm trying to study. Maybe I'm just trying to think of anything else. The evening breeze allows me to focus more than the heat of the day. The English sentences seem to flow without any major hitches. I read. Studio. Store. Or at least I hope. Each engine noise, though, makes me look away from the sheets. I look. I scan. Recognize. Find your car, but do not see it stopping. The only distraction in this evening of study is the feeling in the balance. I do not know what will be your decision. Aspect, but I do not even know what. Will you come or not! I'll wait or not! I get dressed or not! Better thrown back on the books. I expect another 1000 pages to read and remember.
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