"I'm sorry. I'd love to tell you more, but time's up."
"That's alright. I think next time will be a better time to shed some light on the IT you mentioned."
"Have a good night."
"You too."
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On her way back to her apartment room located on one of the upper floors, the brunette shuffled along without any particular emotion. She found her room at the very corner and entered it after unlocking the lock. The moment she was inside, she inhaled a deep breath and exhaled. Her eyes fixed on a framed photo on her little desk cluttered with notebooks and writing utensils. It was of a smiling child, reddish swirly hair and green flecked chocolate eyes. In their arms was a single cat.
"Wes..." She sighed, her emotions finally catching up to her. "Where did you go?" On closer inspection, an ancient rocking chair was faintly visible in the background.
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Random"The Book of October is not a toy. It's not a thing you want to play around with." "It has an affect on people, and it's not usually a good one." "I'd never use it myself, but since I can't stop you, I wish you good luck. You'll need it." Thirty day...
