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They walked down the streets and this time, Charlotte wasn't scared. She wasn't scared of Bösewicht or any other drama. They crossed streets and she smiled at the children who were playing on the streets. She imagined having two little boys, twins of coarse, playing hockey in the streets or chasing after girls. They finally arrived at Violet. This was her favorite street, it was her favorite color. She walked down the street as her palms got sweaty. She was holding Thomas' hand and she realized he was sweating too. She didn't know why she was so nervous, I mean it was her parents after all. Then it occurred to her, she'll never meet his parents. Well that was one worry gone yet it somewhat broke her heart. When they reached the end of violet, there it was. The house she grew up in. She remembered her old room, and since her parents were lazy she knew they left it the way it was when she left. She only moved out a year ago but it felt like it's been an eternity. As they walked up to the door she nervously pressed the doorbell.