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Chapter 93: I Got You
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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was a tough time for me and Philip. We were done searching for the seventh floor and it took us approximately twenty minutes searching that floor alone. At least, it was shorter than expected. We expected it would take us more than thirty minutes each floor but thank God it did not. Another thing that we expected was that, there was no Travis on the seventh floor. It was, to me, either he was somewhere between one of the floors from first floor up to the seventh floor, or somewhere between the final floors or the uppermost floors of the building. He could not be here anywhere around the eighth floor simply because it would not make any sense.
Time check, it was already three o’clock in the afternoon. I took a full glance on one of the tens of windows panes on the left wing of the lobby of the eighth floor and from there I watched and had my own view of what were the thing going on outside. There was nothing much, unfortunately. Other than the flock of b
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