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𝐼𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛．． 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘？ 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝．．
𝐼𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑦？𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗰𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲
𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲
"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙚?" 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲
"𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩?" 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱
"𝙣𝙤-𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩" 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁
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FanfictionAfter i write this story, it will be edited-well some of the chapters.
