Most of her
friends showed signs of weariness, and quite a few already slept.
Rhythmic beats of
music told her that was far from the case with the youngsters.
For her own part
Christina didn't feel tired at all. She never did this time of the
year, and especially not in Sweden with its minuscule night. Three
hours of relative darkness, maybe four depending on how your defined
darkness.
Summer nights
were longer in Japan. Shorter during winter though, she mused.
She turned her
head and looked at how Ulf and Yukio drunkenly chatted away in the
darkness. From time to time a reddish light lit up Yukio's features.
Smoking is bad for you, didn't Ulf teach you that? Well, it
couldn't be helped. He wasn't Yukio's father or anything.
Staying up too
late is also bad for your health. She let her gaze linger on Ulf.
He aged well, still looked much the same as during his high school
days. Staying up too late, huh. I still don't understand how you
kept your sanity during our first festival.
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