Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
|I aspire for a brief moment of freedom|  
                          
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I gently close the notepad and quietly maneuver my way to my bag to put the pen and pad in the front pocket. Just as I'm about to zip it up, I hear three soft knocks that leaves my core feeling warmer - besides the broken air conditioner. I sit back on my bed and knock once, pause, then two quick knocks. I wait, and then I hear the muffled sound of Clyde chuckling to himself. I hear some shuffling, and then one quiet knock as a response.
                          
"What does that mean?" I ask, trying to not smile.
                          
"I'm sorry." The response is somewhat muffled through the thin wall, but I can easily recognize the voice as Clyde's.
                          
I let out a quiet breathy chuckle and knock five times. "I forgive you, moron."
                          
I quickly grab the notepad, and scribble on the page: