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~Chapter 10~
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“ She talked about loss, what happened to her?” I asked Dera on our way back. She wasn't much of a companion and left me to walk behind, I constantly increased my pace to catch up. That's all I ever while walking with anyone, catching up. When I get back, exercising must be my priority. Who am I kidding?.... I wouldn't exercise even if a gun was pointed at my head.
“ Dee lost someone very important to her. "
“ Oh” I decided to drop the topic, there's no need for me to go sniffing around trying to figure how what anyone has lost. That was the least of my problems.
“ Her son Hugh was the volunteer from her family. He was to turn 23 today and had a pretty fiancée named Shannara. San's skin was the prettiest color ever, black and shiny. Unlike my regular white skin, hers was entirely dark without any patch of white and never pale. From what I heard She wasn't from Charlaedon or anywhere nearby but she has
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