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about. In a hot afternoon such like this when it was supposed to be bustling with activities, the street was empty of people as if it h

s covered with perspiration. To be honest, he was very much tired from the whole event today. Who kn

sco-he knew he was good at bicycling. He genuinely felt glad that there was something he was good at again apart from academics. He was so proud of himself that he felt he should immediately sign up for the next bike racing competition that would come up in Crimson Springs. He was filled with happiness and almost jumped up for joy. It wasn't embarrassment that stopped him from jump

here were not painted and seemed to be made of stones-ones that could be found in the medieval times. Any time Daniel walked down the street

dings around. A short wooden fence surrounded the bungalow which was not so big, a wo

d proceeded in. As he walked to the garage he admired the compound in a habitual manner. The lawn at the front of the bu

placed his bicycle on its stand before heading to the house in deligh

ning room straight to the kitchen. He was so hungry right now and no amount of tidiness OCD wou

red the kitchen. He didn't need anyone to tell him what it was

ce mushroom was his best food, he always drooled over it. Whe

the contents. They were mushrooms soaked in chicken soup with oily chicken flanks floating about. He forgot about his manners and immediately reached out his righ

d enable him to see well. His curiosity was satisfied as a golden object rolled out fro

at that was. Soon the figure's appearance beca

e creature, his heart beating fast. He almost developed a heart attack

cat for some moments. It seemed to be limping as it walked to

kdoor and sat down. Obviously it could not continue its

cat. Where did this stray cat come from? Who could be so merciless

Not able to tolerate the feelings anymore, he moved towards the backdoor and opene

didn't know if he could truly understand the creature or not but that wasn't

ands around the cat and carried it into his arms, walking toward

oor. "Oops, I forgot you can't speak. Here, let's do

ectionately as it rubbed Daniel, burying itself in i

in his hands. He felt the name was not

left for another of his adventures. Mr. Stark was an adventurer who embarked on several thrilling adventures. Sometimes he wouldn't return for years. Just las

, not spending enough time with him so he was used to it. When he returned they would

y created this group chat for mythology purposes last year and since then it had been doing well. For now

tive status of the members. Only two membe

w this ain't related to mytholog

replied. His username was Crying God. "It's not

bout her as she refused to disclose anything about herself-even her age. All the group chat members

ucy. Well, the Lucy was a short form of Lucifer. He coul

Crying God typed. "Crim

username. He had always

with fools," Se

.

llipse to indicate t

, Daniel quickly typed, "How

" Sexy Peacock typed

.

the message. This girl is so cold. Igno

," Sexy Pea

ted a stray cat?😕" Crying

😂" Daniel typed as he laugh

first aid box. He dropped his backpack on his bed and inspected the cat to see where it was injured. It was its right forelimb. There

d as he showed Caroline the flask o

was already placed on the ground and showed Caroline the contents. He was a

ged in to facebook and then went to Curi

t mushrooms

your Google?" it

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essness at the same time. Not wanting to embarrass himsel

line which was still in his arms. At that time he realized the prob

ut of Daniel's arms towards the flask

yelled but it

e. The whole chicken soup and mushrooms were spilled

sly. He looked at her before looking at his delicious mushr

m with her large eyes, blinking t

t kept instantly. He ha