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Backing was an art that she'd only attained after days, perhaps weeks before she found herself in her own comfort. Baking was an art that she had mastered and learned in such a small period of time. There was no denying that she was rather prideful of this small little fact. As though, baking was and held far more importance than anything else she could place her fingers upon. Not even her precious harp held any significance to her desire and happiness when it came to something as simple as baking.

The woman held a few spots of flour upon her cheeks, perfectly content in her own world of such a thing. Her long hair that constantly flowed was pinned to a tight knotted braid that swayed from side to side -- an act that could be similar to that of a cat. Sharp eyes that matched perhaps the strength of her own finger nails, she found herself almost at ease in the kitchen. Her breath slipped from her lips, as though exhaustion momentarily hit her. She opened the oven, pulling out the tray of macrons and setting them upon the counter top. Fingertips burned beneath the thin polyester mittens she wore, though she felt nothing, not even the metal against her own skin.

Since my school starts this week, cleaning up my para lists.

Love: An intense feeling of deep affection. or To feel a romantic or sexual attachment.

N tapped his chin as he read a definition on the computer screen and 1's and 0's flew by his mind's eye. He had decided to take a brief period of time to study love itself rather than his emotions in general. He had been working diligently by using any sort of reading material or internet websites as study on love and affection. He had also already used various music tracks and full-length movies to study this strange emotion; but to no avail. All he could tell thus far was that love made people act differently: this he already knew due to his own experience.

But was it love he felt? Is it love he feels now? Love is an odd concept. 'You feel the deep affection, but for what purpose? Does it have an outcome that leads you to a better life? Does it help you upgrade and learn more? Is it simply there to be used or not used?' 

N knew that if he had the choice to not feel love, he would immediately choose to not do so. It simply confused his circuits and jumbled up his database terribly; and it was more terrible that it was involuntary. Still, he wondered if it really was the emotion titled love he felt previously as he conversed with a certain person. But, he had also felt worry towards that person and happiness whilst around them... are these somehow connected to love?

He knew now that what he needed was a different perspective. Something different from his perhaps; no, anything but his. He wanted to know more and he would do anything to find out. 

Fueled with self-motivation, N stood up from his seat in the library and ran to the science classroom; a place he often stayed when wanting to study or invent. He grabbed a piece of paper and a marker from the supply closet and wrote upon it "Love Study Group- perspectives of love needed here." Deciding that was the best way to word it, N capped the pen with a nod. He then made his way to the classroom door to tape it on.