FOE OR FRIEND? I slowly walked up the stairs reading the form that the tattooed man had gave me.“Tsk, modeling?” Tossing the form away.There was no way I was going to enter modeling, who would want to stare at me? In fact, I was too fat to be a model.“So, you are a model?” an unfamiliar voice asked.I rapidly turned my head back to see who was talking to me. “Hi, I’m Charlie, Charlie Green,”I stared at the tall woman behind me, who had the form I had thrown away on her hand. So, this was the Charlie who lived in room 3. She looked older than what I had expected, probably 30 years old. To be quite Frank something about her was churning.“I thought I will die without seeing a real model,”“I’m not,” I quickly replied.Her eyes widen. “oh,”I then turned away from her resuming with my journey. “HEY!”I stopped walking. “I think it’s will be fair if you share your name after all I did share mine,”
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