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60. Pendant
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2021-12-14 23:49:46Gray Stewart studied Evil and after ascertaining his sincerity, she decided to trust him.
She tucked the pendant inside her jeans’ front pocket. “This is what we’ll do,” she started. “You’ll have to---”
Gray’s sentence was interrupted when they heard approaching footsteps. Realizing that she was out in the open, she reached for the door and hid once again on the other side of the room. She locked the door and listened intently with bated breath.
“What are you still doing here? I told you to get rid of it already.” It was Ronald’s voice. “Are you that stupid, huh? Can’t you do one simple order?” His voice rose, almost shouting.
THUD!
Gray jolted as a thudding sound hit the door.
LeemaI forgot to write a note on the previous page because I was in a hurry lol. Fun fact, I actually made nicknames for all my classmates back in high school. I'm bad at remembering actual names, that's why hehe. What about you? Do you also make weird nicknames for people?
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