"It might be fear or anything in between. As I held the manuscript in my hands and dusted the book. Some sort of weird phenomena, goosebumps ran across my nape. Feasibly, I was afraid to read what the book wants to tell. It might change my whole life, if not, my view then."
Let's begin the night fate has presented it to me.
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Estelle:
@Adreinah
Woi the head asks for u to do the new project. It was posted on the site and the projects page. Haven't you received any emails??
Newbies are having a hard time as the writer was clearly too literate to write multiple languages in a single book
:pray: :pensive: :persevere:
Irene:
lend us your non-existent intellect Adri
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Nathalia:
Damn! If only I studied Hebrew I'm so mad rn
Adreinah is typing...
Adreinah:
Treat me to a full course meal uptown. I will accept the project then
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Irene:
Bijj ur not even broke!
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