Christmas had arrived at the Mansion X. The vast majority of Xavier students had returned to their families to celebrate together the parties, except, of course, those for which his only family was under that roof. In short, a mass break in a welcoming silence imbued the whole house and, more importantly, that Logan permitíaa enjoy the quiet reading a newspaper and coffee smoking for the first time since he stepped on the floor of that kitchen. Nine in the morning and no children with stirring for superpowersby the sound of the alarm. Then the scent given off by her red hair to be combed, and the sound of his feet down the main stairs.
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not do so on purpose, she simply was the first to rise. Another day could have avoided any distracting grasp your senses with other things. But this morning there was nothing to help him. - no holiday for me never miss Grey. - Looking back answered back to the newspaper. - I have told you to call me Jean. - Okay ... Jean. Jean smiled with a cup of cocoa in hand, heated ó in the microwave and went directly to the classroom. Wolverine never had reason to make Christmas a special day, but perhaps the silence could be one of them.
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