Prologue

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Another day of class had been ended.

Been another normal day of tests, lessons and boring teachers.

And I feel bad again.

Because he's always with that slut.

From their entrance to the classroom, during lunch break and until their exit.

And I had enough.

I'm smarter than that slut and to me I'm more better looking

I loved him first.

I have more care for him.

He's rightfully mine.

I deserve him more.

I love him more.

 

 

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