Moving On

"Sandre, I do not need your help. So stop trying to help me. I don't need it." I shouted at him. I am tired of him making me feel helpless. I am finished with this.

"I don't care if you need it. I am going to give it. It's okay to accept help from others." He said. He looked so calm, I just want to slap him.

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N.B. this is my first book and it's not edited, I am sorry for the grammatical errors.

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