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   You walked back to your tiny home since the tutoring class had come to an end. You never felt so excited to come back to a class. Not for learning. No, are you sick?! But because of the boy that helped you. Wait... you didn't asked for his name?! AAAH!! WHY?! DUMBASS!!! [Jk sorry lmao] Well, you'll ask tomorrow. Hopefully. You stopped your thoughts as you entered your house. Same old tiny house... You saw that your pet was sleeping. Good. You yeeted your backpack onto your bed and went to the kitchen to cook some ramen.

    As you waited for the ramen to cook you decided to rethink the day again. Mostly the tutoring class and the boy because duh. You then remembered the newspaper. You were reading it before class started but got interrupted so you hadn't finished it yet. You quickly went to your bed [because you yeeted your backpack onto there] and grabbed your backpack and started to look inside it.

    What...?

    The newspaper wasn't there...

    NONONONO!!!!!

    YOU SHOULDN'T OF LOST IT!!!

    AAHHHH YOU DID LOSE IT!!!

   

    Great...

    Your chances to finding the culprit that killed your family and many other people just jumped out the window...

    *Ding*

    Oh, the ramen's done...

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    Sigh...

    I finally found it again.

    Luckily I didn't lose it for good...

    Why was that girl interested in my newspaper?

    Only if she-

    No...

    She couldn't be the same one...

    People don't talk about the Plauge anymore...

    I mean, I think about it once in a while but it wasn't my fault!

    THEY made me do it! It was THIER fault...

    His... fault...

    Why can't I just move on!?!?

    ....

    Wait...

    Maybe she can help me...

    Help me love the way I did before....

   

    No!

    Why would she help me?!

    I put myself into this mess!

    It's not like she asked for me to help her!

    I probably creeped her out or bothered her or-

    Honestly she looked flustered when I offered to help...

    The way she confusingly looked at me was....

    Lovely~

    She almost looked like X in a way...
 

    X....

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