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Chapter 25: Spit Out And Bottled Tears
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2020-06-11 07:03:08I was outside of Hansel's office, pacing back and forth in front of his door. My knees were shaking, and beads of sweat started to form on my forehead. I was so nervous. There was a lump in my throat and my stomach tied a knot. Maybe because I was afraid of the truth or the consequence that might come after confronting them. Either way, I still chose to tell Hansel this. I needed an answer.
I opened the door hesitantly and walked in front of his desk. There weren't many people in here, only Mom who was sitting on the black couch, giggling down her phone like a teenager. Her eyes suddenly flitted to me and gave me a skeptical look. She immediately stood up her seat, tugging down her pencil skirt that rode up her thighs before approaching me.
"What are you doing here?" she seriously asked with a stoic face. I scoffed in front of her and rolled my eyes. Suddenly, her eyes trailed to my hand as I quickly hid the newspaper behind my back. "What
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