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Chapter Four:
Jonas rode at a leisurely pace, glancing at the bikeports beside the buildings to see if he could spot Asher’s. He didn’t often do at his volunteer hours with his friend because he frequently fooled around and made serious work a little difficult. But now, with Twelve coming so soon and the volunteer hours ending, it didn’t seem to matter.
(Jonas sometimes abandon his friend Asher because he is a little sluggish, but he now realized that he and Asher may part from the ceremony, and he begin to treasure the friendship between he and Asher, he is not going to abandon him now.)
But he finally found Asher’s bicycle--leaning, as usual, instead of upright in its port, as it should have been--at the House of the Old.
(Jonas really knows Asher, though he wished Asher would be at other places, but his potential consciousness, as forever, knows where Asher will be.)
The Old were sitting quietly, some visiting and talking with one another, others doing handwork and simple crafts. A few were asleep.
(The House of the Old was quite quiet, the Old’s life quite boring, and maybe after the young and passionate life, they need peace and quiet.)
Each room was comfortably furnished, the floors covered with thick carpeting. It was a serene and slow-paced place, unlike the busy center of manufacture and distribution where the daily work of community occurred.
(The community is kind to the Old, to those which had gave there lives to devote the community, the people in the community are fair and square.)
June the 29th, 2013
Chapter four
Thirty minutes
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