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Chapter 37: Lunch
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2021-07-27 18:06:18SAMANTHA
(2 hours in lockdown)
The hot argument that happened two hours ago divided us into groups and set barriers between us all.
The Black Chain remained in tuck like they should. All of their three members were leaning on the wall, slouching beneath the white board while feeling the chilly sensation of sitting on the floor.
The Star Harmony occupied the teacher’s table on the corner; taking advantage of the deafening silence as they took a quick nap while waiting for Mr. Morales’ promise of free meals.
Andrei, Benedict, and Janvic belonged to the same bundle. They were those who just kept standing by the opened window; gazing at the outside for hours without getting bored.
Ashley, Jacel, Nicole, and Jermaine played UNO Cards. I found it hard to figure out how they did it, but they seemed enjoying the game pretty well. Given that the game itsel
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