Jonas, my bestfriend (part II)

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I walked home angrily, tormented by my thoughts. When I opened the door, I saw my roommate watching TV. We're just roommates; I didn't want to disturb him.

I headed straight for the shower to wash away my emotions and calm down. After spending 20 minutes under the water, I emerged feeling refreshed and free from my anger, ready to think clearly and read more.

But then I wondered, where is the book?

I suddenly remembered... I had thrown it away... 

Outside, snow start to blanketed Seattle - it was January, after all, and snow was expected- I felt like a wild animal. Why I was unable to control my emotions?

I hastily put on some clothes, completely inappropriate for the snowy weather, but I needed that book back immediately.

I ran as if my lungs were going to explode from the effort, which was totally unusual for me since I am not athletic. The only problem was... I couldn't remember where I had thrown it in the grass, and to my misfortune, the snow was covering everything, probably soaking the book as well.

People started staring at me. My worst nightmare came true. I must have looked like the guys in the shelter that I help. At least i don't smell so bad.

"Why, God, why?"

I searched for a good amount of time, something like 20 or 30 minutes. My fingers and hands were hurting from the cold. More people started to gather to see what the crazy guy was doing in this cold weather.

I finally find it and went home. My roommate tried to talk to me.

"Hey dude, I finally finished my game..." he start the conversation but I really wasn't in the mood for chitchat. I was cold and just wanted to crash in my bed.

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