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... more since the receptionist left.
I’m still at the lobby where all the gritty, and sweaty mercenaries are filled.
On a long, wooden chair. Long enough to fit about 20 or so people; I’m seated. My head low, my arms folded, and my right leg gently tap the ground in a rythimic movement.
There’s no one besides me on the long chair. I think everyone is avoiding me.
A weary sigh leaves my lips.
It must be because of Jennette. I mean, everyone might think we’re r ...
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