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The sun wasn’t around yet when Anton stirred in his bed for the last time and although still very early he decided to get up. The almighty Thompson was flowing uninterruptedly westward when Anton drove over the bridge towards the Kamloops Indian Residential School. But before he reached the School grounds he stopped his truck on the other side of the bridge walked to the river bank and marvel at the moving water which was talkative and capricious; the river water that was a little darkish from the few clouds which were lowered, as if wanting to drink some of it; clouds, almost touching the surface of the water which was in its travelling mood; clouds which were in a traveling mood too in fact they were moving fast as they interchanged the morning from fully lighted to almost dark same as Anton’s thoughts easily changeable today from optimistic and joyous, optimistic that Dylan’s condition might have improved which meant they might let him go home and joyous that he’ll be seeing Mary very soon, Mary who had been in a special spot in his mind, to dark mood and frightening for the horrible things he read in Dylan’s diary last night. However, that last, joyous thought of seeing Mary soon clung onto his mind, as if desperately, as if it didn’t want to move on and leave space for other thoughts, something Anton loved, yes he loved his thoughts of Mary and the beautiful sensation he had yesterday when he touched her body.
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