Who Are You?
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Ongoing12m
Last published Sun, Feb 18, 2018
Hari ini adalah hari pertama di semester genap dan Marshellf malah terjebak dengan banyaknya kesialan di hari ini.
Pertama, ia bangun kesiangan.
Kedua, ia datang telat ke sekolah.
Ketiga, ia membersihkan halaman belakang sekolah.
Keempat dan yang paling membuatnya galau semamput, yaitu putus dengan pacarnya.
Dan yang terakhir, entah ini bagian dari kesialannya atau malah sebuah hadiah atas kesialan yang menimpanya, Marshellf tidak tau, tapi ia kesal bertemu dengan Aira.
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