...Harry did not really listen. A warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obsturction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on eighter side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him, as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them...
How many of us have felt the same support and embracement of love of our friends. I have been blessed with this experience. :)
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Kus Sa oled? Kas oled EEstis?
No p88ra ringi ma olen ju sealsamas?! :)))) Aga Sind on nii armas narritada...!!! Sorry!!!
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