"Hah!" I put my head on the table. This was awful. It felt a lot worse than cycling to school every day, then having to bathe Mickey, who was afraid of water. I could not give, though. This was my own decision, anyway. Nothing was gotten for free.
I straightened myself, then drank straight from the bowl the leftover with little oat in it. Then I stood up and was about to wash the dishes when someone pulled my arm. "Come on, hurry up," He said innocently.
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"Wait a minute," I said, letting go of his hand. "I just finished training, I want to take a shower first." After he said 'Okay,' I quickly headed to the washroom. However, a waiter offered to wash my bowl, which I didn't refuse, because I thought it would save me time and effort.
