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𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧.

𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

ᴜɢʜ~ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴜғғ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝.

ʏᴇᴀʜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴄᴜᴢ ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀʙᴏ, 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝.

ғʏɪ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.

☾︎☀︎︎☽︎

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

ᴍᴍ~ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs? 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝.

ɴᴏᴘᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ʜᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴊʏᴘ ɢᴜʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ? 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝.

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sʟᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

ʜᴏᴡs ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.

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