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I had my reexamination on Wednesday, I know that I've got a 1,6 Abi since Thursday. On Friday, I slept very long. And today was the day I waited for so long.
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Formerly, when I was fourteen, fiveteen years old, many weekends were spent like that: Sleeping in, eating breakfast in the bed, read until the afternoon. On weekends like that I read Twilight, Isabel Abedi. And other books I don't remember. They all were from the library, I forgot many of them, unfortunately, but they all gave me enormous hours of joy, fun and suspense. It were these hours, where my whole body was warm and I sweated under my bedclothes but my feet (and sometimes my hands, often my shoulders) were stupidly cold.
I think on days like these I am happy. I think, back then I was a really content girl, no matter what happened at school, I even think one can say that I was free. I read books and was free.
Maybe I'm free now again. When I think about it, it all started last weekend where I was at my grandparents and read that book in two days. And then, on Friday, I went into the library again and brought it back and came home with four new books. I think you can imagine how my next days will be.
It's just perfect. Everything lays behind me, I don't have any more exams to do, I can finally rest, I am free for a bit again, I can read again. I started to think about some writing again.
I feel so good and I can finally understand what Charlie really means with "I feel infinite". Because I do. I feel like everything is possible, I feel very calm, rested, pleased with everything. I'm so happy that I read again, I can't say it any less often. I'm never ever allowed to forget how good a day of reading in my bed makes me feel.



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