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Walking home from school had never been a problem for me. As a kid, I had had Jun to protect me from the vaious evils of the streets (like the frightning Woman Walking a Big Dog, the horrifying Crossing the Street, and the devestating Candy Stores) and our journey home was short and sweet. Now as one of the big men on campus, I was able to make the trek alone. Maturity had its benefits.
Sometimes I walked with Takeru, Miyako, and Iori. Sometimes I'd hang around with Taichi-san and play football and bask in his coolness. Other times Jun would bless me with her presence and it'd be like old times again. The rest of the time I was a solitary traveller.
Walking home alone meant that I could take as long as I liked, dragging my feet at a rate easily surpassed by snails. It also meant that I could loiter near the bakery and attempt to woo the baker's daughter into giving me free desserts. I had succeeded once; it had been raining and I lent her my umbrella. The next afternoon I was rewarded with a bag of chocolate cookies. Since then I stopped by once a week to win a smile, but never food. She scolded me, saying that I was too young for her (come on! Thirty's not that old!) but she was warming up to me, I could tell.
Sometimes I walked with Takeru, Miyako, and Iori. Sometimes I'd hang around with Taichi-san and play football and bask in his coolness. Other times Jun would bless me with her presence and it'd be like old times again. The rest of the time I was a solitary traveller.
Walking home alone meant that I could take as long as I liked, dragging my feet at a rate easily surpassed by snails. It also meant that I could loiter near the bakery and attempt to woo the baker's daughter into giving me free desserts. I had succeeded once; it had been raining and I lent her my umbrella. The next afternoon I was rewarded with a bag of chocolate cookies. Since then I stopped by once a week to win a smile, but never food. She scolded me, saying that I was too young for her (come on! Thirty's not that old!) but she was warming up to me, I could tell.