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Chapter 96:  Uncontrolled 

Author: ADISAX
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‘Cause I am crazy, yeah.’

‘Cause I am crazy, yeah.’

You hear a boom at the party...

(DJ GOJA)

The party was roaring, the neon glimmers shining throughout the room. The soiree peaked with debauchery. Samson is sitting in his room, watching the seventy-inch screen. The rush hours in the pub engaged him for so long, but not long enough to steal a glance from his pocket. He grazed that Stoney white crystal heart, thinking about those mercury orbs who changed something inside him. Even in this shindig, he was holding his peace in his hand. Calm and serene, her smile was there in the flashes of the memories.

He checked his phone every other minute, but there was no text or call coming his way from Margarita. Did she forget about him?

It’s been a long time since their last conversation. Didn’t she forgive him for that?

He craned from the couch and walked towards his table for another round of medication and bandages. Busy reopened his injured hand, and he struggled to keep up with the applic
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