You sat next to me. Your eyes trailed down my answer sheet. Looked for correct answer in mine.
No. I'm not giving it. It's no fair at all. You look for others. When there is me the whole time.
YOU ARE READING
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De Todo"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
