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Chapter 2 - : I am what?
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... w more than 2 hours late.
I was still seated in the same chair by the dining table, my eyes occasionally flickering to look at the time, watching the seconds ticking by slowly. I tapped my fingers against the wooden table; it was filled with all of his favourite food that I have spent the entire day, hours, preparing them in the tiny kitchen.
The soft jingle of the keys and twisting of the doorknob reached my ears, and instantly, my eyes snapped to look at the door. Recognition f ...
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