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There are three things I fear the most in my life. First is the centipede. Everybody in

my class knows that Tine, the chic chic guy is scared of it. From it's posture, to its

number of feet, to its color, it is really damn scary. They knew that when I saw one,

I would cross all the borders of Thailand and run as fast as the missiles launched

from Russia.

Second is height. I am extremely scared of heights. People say that the higher the

place is, the colder. Therefore, I have to endure the heat below because my heart

can't stand elevations. I felt dizzy just by looking at it. One time during the ninth

grade, we were forced to jump on a tower for a camp trip. Guess what? I peed in

my pants. Imagine... a ninth grader. You can obviously imagine how embarrassing

that is.

Third is my brother , P'Type. He had been visible ever since I was born. He is a

perfectionist and will notice everything in the world. Back in elementary, I did not

even bother to touch his eraser because he'll know if it has been used or not. In

other words, the most influential person for me is not my parents, but my brother.

People always made a comparison between us ever since. Tine, the playful and

cheerful type, and Type, the serious and ghost-like type.

I am only afraid of these three. These three things, yet I am scared this much. And

now, I think the fourth thing appeared amid the chaos of the war of words. It is

called...

Man.

Damn! I fear Man more than anything else in this life. He didn't come to play

because this asshole told me that he will flirt with my brother. It is visible from the

words he used on Instagram. He really scared me so I had to turn to look at Sarawat

like I was asking something.

"What makes you worry?" Sarawat is smart. He understood my eyes right away. Or

maybe, he already knew me so well.

Asking me whether it is romantic? No. Because my leg is ready to kick your bastard

friend. I hate the post!

"Man said he will flirt with my brother."

"So what?"

"You guys can hit on anyone but you can't touch P'Type."

"I don't know anything. Man decided it himself."

"Go tell your friend to stop what he's planning. My brother is not a gentle person

like you think."

"I know."

"..." The atmosphere of death entered. I turned around to sit and look at him. No

matter how much I fear my brother, I don't want someone to speak badly about

him.

"Okay. Let us settle this." Seeing me making a slightly worried expression, Sarawat

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