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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Millie and Christophe enjoyed more familiarity with each other after the lunch period that the two shared together under the canopy of her golden umbrella. They seldom spoke. Though the two acknowledged each other when they passed in the hall, or shared a smile during the lunch hour. Millie attempted to strain her memory to think of who would possibly know this mysterious french kid's name, but learned a little bit from Kyle after she recalled something with Kyle's Mom and the war with Canada. One Friday, she managed to catch Kyle on his way to chess club, and after a couple of moments of small talk she brought herself to ask if he knew the frenchmen. To help jog his memory she added that the person she had in mind might have gone to elementary school with them for a brief moment. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"She watched Kyle's face keenly while he paused to think, the furrow of his thick eyebrows left a small indentation right above his nose. His face changed into a look of clarity and immediate discomfort. "He is "The Mole". Actually, I think his name is Christophe. I don't know anything else about him, we only saw him the one time." He looked at Millie, his eyebrows still creased with an expression of suspicious curiosity. He followed up with a single syllable, "Why?" /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Normally impervious to people trying to discern her true intentions, the sudden suspicion threw Millie off guard. She faltered under her classmate's question, but rebounded with a lie that sprung too easily to her lips, "Oh, Heidi Turner has been talking about how cute he is, but neither of us could remember his name. We'd been calling him "Frenchie", and I was getting sick of it." /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"With a smile and a wave, Millie graciously thanked Kyle for another lead and considered the new information. She usually walked home when the weather was nice, and although the snow resumed she still enjoyed how idyllic the town looked as it became covered in a bright white blanket. With her backpack slung over one shoulder, and her gloved hands in her coat pockets the girl began to walk home as she thought about the names "Christophe" and "The Mole". /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Upon her arrival at home, Millie removed her shoes, and walked up the stairs to her room in stocking feet. Millie's parents smoked cigarettes and usually lit up inside the house most of the year due to the cold. They never noticed the acrid scent of cigarettes on their daughter. They still did not know her secret, but in the more recent years the oldest Larsen sister became more and more bold with her habit. She automatically pressed the button on the doorknob that locked the door to her room, flipped the switch that turned on her ceiling fan, and dropped her bags onto the floor. Millie peeled off her winter coat, and hung it in the closet and looked at the shoebox that inconspicuously sat on a shelf within. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"She picked it up, and set it on her bed before she strode toward her window and cracked open the blinds. She opened the box on her bed, and her eyes wandered over the contents. Her fingers followed suit as they picked up a cheap white bic, pack of smokes, and novelty "Cancun" ashtray that lay inside. The only objects that lay undisturbed for now was the small purple beaded pouch that contained her stash of marijuana, and the accessories that she inherited second-hand from Red. She lit a cigarette, and examined the framed posters on her wall. First she examined David Bowie dressed as Jareth the Goblin King looked at her from the door, her mom's ancient span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Happy Days /spanposter hung on a closet door which featured a smiling Arthur Fonzarelli in his leather jacket, and a movie poster of span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Rebel Without A Cause /spanhung over her headboard./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Her parents always watched classic movies, and Millie had to admit they had their charm. The girl's first serious crush as a middle schooler took the form of James Dean with his iconic depiction of troubled and disillusioned youth. When the other girls asked her for input about a boy, Millie often blurted out the name that everyone else seemed to decide was cutest at the time. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"She spent summer vacations at the pool with her friends, staying out late, and watching some Turner's Classic Movies in her bedroom over a couple of smokes. She fell in love with Marlon Brando during her sophomore year of school when span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"A Streetcar Named Desire /spanbecame her favourite film. Often she fell into daydreams full of emotionally unstable hunks, and how she would love them unconditionally because he would thrive on her lavish attention when he withered under everyone else' indifference. In her imagination the two would grow strong and fierce under each other's melodramatic devotion, and while the man of her dreams would continue to hate the world he would love her with all the more passion. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Millie reminisced on that fantasy while she watched the ceiling fan spin on the lowest setting. The mental image of the first time she saw strongspan style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"The Mole /span/strongsmile span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"at her kept/span coming to the forefront of her thoughts, and every time she thought she could help but grin. She could remember the bashful expression on his rough features, and then being struck by the gap between his front teeth. Later on Millie thought about how span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"European/span such an imperfection looked, and she could not deny how attractive it made him. The nicotine stains on his smile made a surprising impression as well. Personally, Millie incorporated whitening strips in her nightly routine, and was thankful for their invention. However, she never saw someone make stained teeth look so good before until she saw this man smile./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Millie reached for the plush velveteen throw that usually occupied the foot of her bed, and covered herself with it before laying back on her pillows. Her fingers stroked the houndstooth pattern briefly before she pulled them under the warm blanket. Millie took the better part of an hour to indulge in some more daydreams while the ceiling fan squeaked a soft rhythm in the background. As she finally began to doze off the sound of her phone vibrating went unnoticed/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"A couple of hours later the ringing of a cell phone woke Millie from her nap; she groggily noted the pale golden note of the sky, and she knew that the early autumn sunset barely began. She groped around the covers, put her hand in the ashtray, cursed, and finally answered her cell. "Hey, Red. Whats up?"/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Millie and Christophe enjoyed more familiarity with each other after the lunch period that the two shared together under the canopy of her golden umbrella. They seldom spoke. Though the two acknowledged each other when they passed in the hall, or shared a smile during the lunch hour. Millie attempted to strain her memory to think of who would possibly know this mysterious french kid's name, but learned a little bit from Kyle after she recalled something with Kyle's Mom and the war with Canada. One Friday, she managed to catch Kyle on his way to chess club, and after a couple of moments of small talk she brought herself to ask if he knew the frenchmen. To help jog his memory she added that the person she had in mind might have gone to elementary school with them for a brief moment. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"She watched Kyle's face keenly while he paused to think, the furrow of his thick eyebrows left a small indentation right above his nose. His face changed into a look of clarity and immediate discomfort. "He is "The Mole". Actually, I think his name is Christophe. I don't know anything else about him, we only saw him the one time." He looked at Millie, his eyebrows still creased with an expression of suspicious curiosity. He followed up with a single syllable, "Why?" /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Normally impervious to people trying to discern her true intentions, the sudden suspicion threw Millie off guard. She faltered under her classmate's question, but rebounded with a lie that sprung too easily to her lips, "Oh, Heidi Turner has been talking about how cute he is, but neither of us could remember his name. We'd been calling him "Frenchie", and I was getting sick of it." /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"With a smile and a wave, Millie graciously thanked Kyle for another lead and considered the new information. She usually walked home when the weather was nice, and although the snow resumed she still enjoyed how idyllic the town looked as it became covered in a bright white blanket. With her backpack slung over one shoulder, and her gloved hands in her coat pockets the girl began to walk home as she thought about the names "Christophe" and "The Mole". /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Upon her arrival at home, Millie removed her shoes, and walked up the stairs to her room in stocking feet. Millie's parents smoked cigarettes and usually lit up inside the house most of the year due to the cold. They never noticed the acrid scent of cigarettes on their daughter. They still did not know her secret, but in the more recent years the oldest Larsen sister became more and more bold with her habit. She automatically pressed the button on the doorknob that locked the door to her room, flipped the switch that turned on her ceiling fan, and dropped her bags onto the floor. Millie peeled off her winter coat, and hung it in the closet and looked at the shoebox that inconspicuously sat on a shelf within. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"She picked it up, and set it on her bed before she strode toward her window and cracked open the blinds. She opened the box on her bed, and her eyes wandered over the contents. Her fingers followed suit as they picked up a cheap white bic, pack of smokes, and novelty "Cancun" ashtray that lay inside. The only objects that lay undisturbed for now was the small purple beaded pouch that contained her stash of marijuana, and the accessories that she inherited second-hand from Red. She lit a cigarette, and examined the framed posters on her wall. First she examined David Bowie dressed as Jareth the Goblin King looked at her from the door, her mom's ancient span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Happy Days /spanposter hung on a closet door which featured a smiling Arthur Fonzarelli in his leather jacket, and a movie poster of span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"Rebel Without A Cause /spanhung over her headboard./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Her parents always watched classic movies, and Millie had to admit they had their charm. The girl's first serious crush as a middle schooler took the form of James Dean with his iconic depiction of troubled and disillusioned youth. When the other girls asked her for input about a boy, Millie often blurted out the name that everyone else seemed to decide was cutest at the time. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"She spent summer vacations at the pool with her friends, staying out late, and watching some Turner's Classic Movies in her bedroom over a couple of smokes. She fell in love with Marlon Brando during her sophomore year of school when span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"A Streetcar Named Desire /spanbecame her favourite film. Often she fell into daydreams full of emotionally unstable hunks, and how she would love them unconditionally because he would thrive on her lavish attention when he withered under everyone else' indifference. In her imagination the two would grow strong and fierce under each other's melodramatic devotion, and while the man of her dreams would continue to hate the world he would love her with all the more passion. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Millie reminisced on that fantasy while she watched the ceiling fan spin on the lowest setting. The mental image of the first time she saw strongspan style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"The Mole /span/strongsmile span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"at her kept/span coming to the forefront of her thoughts, and every time she thought she could help but grin. She could remember the bashful expression on his rough features, and then being struck by the gap between his front teeth. Later on Millie thought about how span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"European/span such an imperfection looked, and she could not deny how attractive it made him. The nicotine stains on his smile made a surprising impression as well. Personally, Millie incorporated whitening strips in her nightly routine, and was thankful for their invention. However, she never saw someone make stained teeth look so good before until she saw this man smile./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Millie reached for the plush velveteen throw that usually occupied the foot of her bed, and covered herself with it before laying back on her pillows. Her fingers stroked the houndstooth pattern briefly before she pulled them under the warm blanket. Millie took the better part of an hour to indulge in some more daydreams while the ceiling fan squeaked a soft rhythm in the background. As she finally began to doze off the sound of her phone vibrating went unnoticed/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"A couple of hours later the ringing of a cell phone woke Millie from her nap; she groggily noted the pale golden note of the sky, and she knew that the early autumn sunset barely began. She groped around the covers, put her hand in the ashtray, cursed, and finally answered her cell. "Hey, Red. Whats up?"/p
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