"AREN'T you still finished, 'tol?" Mijo whined, scratching his forehead.It was seven o'clock in the evening, sky was dark, crickets could be heard and Flute's torch as well as their phones served as light.They are circling around the torch. Flute, holding the piece of paper they found at the door, and Black beside him with a notepad and pen. Both of them are trying to solve something, which they thought is a riddle that is written on that piece of paper."Uwing-uwi na 'ko," Mijo whispered and looked at Era who sat beside him, holding a stick and writing random names on the soil.He stared at her and creased his forehead for a few seconds. "The sun is out, why are you still wearing your sunglasses, babyloves?" he asked.Era stopped on what she's doing for a while, but she chose not to answer him and resumed writing on the dried soil.He shrugged his shoulders when Era didn't answer. The remaining girls, Ela, who has her phone and airpods rests her head on Era's shoulder comfortably, f
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