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Chapter 110: He Is Safe
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2021-10-15 22:58:41Philip looked me straight into the eyes, and then blinked a few more times before he stared away. Afterwards, he made a slight shake on his head and then heaved out a heavy sigh. “If I am to tell you the truth, it will going to take us a long time. If you really want to know, then we better begin to find a good spot to stay on. What about over there?” he said, pointing to the round table made of carved wood painted in white, the fourth one from the last study table of the students’ study area.
“Anywhere is fine with me. But yeah, okay. Let us go there,” I agreed without having any second thought. With him ending up saying those words, there were only three possibilities that came to me. One (1) perhaps he had something like an emotional encounter with himself that was why he wanted to talk it through as a form of therapy; Two (2) just like me, he was just trying to unwind but later ended up having something that went on with him, or
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