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- It's made of wood, I suppose
Ford strode blithely down the lawn towards the lake. He was beginning to pull himself out of a rather deep bout of depression, such things happened every so often, but Ford had not yet pieced together a good way to deal with them. The afternoon sun was just coming down from local noon as he reached his personal rock that cast itself over the lake by five feet. He sat down on the edge, feet dangling uselessly. He ran his hand up and down the rock, as if measuring up a long missed friend.
He sighed loudly, even though there was nobody there to hear. He hoped Sophia would come, he had put the letter in her books this morning, before breakfast. Things had been distant and icy between the two of them ever since their adventures during winter break. Ford missed her, and wanted to set things to rights. He laid back on the long flat rock and watched the clouds roll on lazily, waiting in hope that Sophia would come.
He sighed loudly, even though there was nobody there to hear. He hoped Sophia would come, he had put the letter in her books this morning, before breakfast. Things had been distant and icy between the two of them ever since their adventures during winter break. Ford missed her, and wanted to set things to rights. He laid back on the long flat rock and watched the clouds roll on lazily, waiting in hope that Sophia would come.