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CHAPTER THIRTY

Chelsea

Sarge was a kind-hearted and endearing individual, with a head of curly brown hair and a scruffy beard that barely concealed his youthful appearance. Standing at around six feet tall, he was lean and muscular, with a lanky build that belied his strength.

Despite his rugged exterior, Sarge had a nervous charm, often fidgeting and stumbling over his words when Chelsea was near. His gaze would frequently drift towards Chelsea, his eyes locking onto him with an unmistakable intensity, revealing a secret crush that he struggled to keep hidden.

"I'm sorry for calling you out here the way I did," Sarge said, his voice laced with sincerity.

Chelsea smiled warmly. "There's no problem, really."

Just then, Chelsea sensed a presence behind him and turned to see Arc looming, his face etched with a scowl that seemed to bore into both of them. Chelsea offered Sarge a reassuring smile, trying to put him at ease.

Sarge laughed nervously,
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