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Chapter 45: Spin The Bottle
In Rabiya’s head, something was still processing. She zipped her lips and narrowed her eyes. One second. Two seconds. Three. Four... And on the fifth, she gave up the staring contest. She lost. She turned back to the direction of the whiteboard, and left the guy in black tank top wasted behind her. She looked on both sides, and gave Geodie and me a disapproving face. “Apologies. I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, and never dared to gaze at him again.
“Abhorrent. You know what I mean. You are just afraid to be criticised; afraid to be called out for believing on things you shouldn’t believe.” Travis stepped back. He retrieved his hands from anchoring them on the backrest of Rabiya’s chair, and just walked towards the direction of the door. “What is it in the lower sections that mentioning them is a sin to us? Ask yourselves.” He bent down, fitting his face on the glass part of the wooden doo
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