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Chapter 49: Free At Last
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2024-10-29 19:42:56CHUCK
(30 hours in lockdown)It was turning seven in the evening when Mrs. Tejada came back. Around that time, everyone had just finished cleaning themselves and packing up their things to ready for the lifting of the lockdown.
Cylvia and Ashley were twinning pajamas, a blue and white cotton fabric with cute little dolphins scattered everywhere with no definite patterns. Samantha was on her night game, Vhynz was in pair of LAKERS jersey uniform, Chuck was on his brown corduroy, and the rest of the girls had pretty much the same type of slumber wears.
When I was done packing my things, I lifted my trolley bag off my chair, and pulled it all the way to the door where almost everyone were already in line preparing to leave the room. The seats were arranged back to their proper arrangements, scattered laundry and rubbishes from snacks were now pretty much collected in a black trashRelated chapters
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