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CHAPTER 18

NEOLA

So, how to live normally after the grandeur I've been used

to for the past few weeks?

I cup my face with both of my hands, staring at the passing

cars. I just arrived a couple of hours ago, my suitcases still unopen. Little

Maple is still sleeping inside her cage. I sigh and stood.

Stretching, I decided to lounge on the bare bed. I laid down

on it, with no care in the world. The sudden laziness crept on me as soon as I

arrive here in Canada.

Oh how I miss my French quarters. The plush carpet and

Victorian halls are to die for....