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Chapter 75: Officially Best Friends
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2021-09-05 23:41:31Just when the realization hits me hard, I quickly went off the building. I ran down the spiraling slippery and wet steps of the stairs, and went directly to the entrance. There, none of the people I always see almost everyday, including the janitor, the clerks, and even the teachers residing in the rooms nearby where nowhere to be found. I did not have time to fed my mind with more and more and increasing amount of curiosity, so I just let it all slip away and vanish in one sweep of the air.
I exit the building, and while panting and running after my own breath, I thought of giving myself a few seconds of rest. With my tongue out and with my sweats falling like a rain over my bare and oily face, I continued the run after giving my self the chance to let out a few deep breathers. I sped to the covered gym, to the volleyball gym specifically--the one existing between the mega library and the infirmary, and found myself a little information there. On the outskirts
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