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Chapter 39 Party Hat

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*Ana*

Any minute, I expect Mykhol will change his mind. He will change his mind and follow me. I even hold my breath as I wait to hear the footsteps.

Huh? But to my surprise, they don't. Isn't he going to change his mind?

Is he going to leave me to myself? Now? Here? I don't believe it.

I see him go to a table instead. He sits amongst a group of boys. All of them look happy to see him. They seem excited to have him- like it's an honor.

Mykhol, whether he is as excited, keeps a measured sm
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