Chapter 3

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The boy who slurped his noodles the other night is at my door.

Don't ask why. I don't know, actually.

Is he a stalker or something? Well he needs to go away because I'm studying at the moment. History of Magic, to be exact. Ugh.

"What do you want?"

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Because I don't like you!"

I slammed the door in his face.

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