Magkabilang Panahon

Magkabilang Panahon

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My name is Jamaica, I'm school mate of Sam and we are best buddy's. We are so shocked of one event that is unexpected. We met Ray while we are running, he'd been helped us from scary and mysterious school. We formed our group and we can't believe of Ray story to us, an unbelievable things, by the way he is a secret inspector but now he was retired. We make decision to attempt time travel just to see the culprit of that case who had many died. There is something between Sam and Ray and they are suit to each other. Herd, our new member have feelings for me and I know that.We four unexpected that we will found the culprit. In that time we feeling that we have power but the truth is we have nothing compared to him, only trust, unanimity and our idea is our only weapon. I have noticed about that guy, something so weird. That guy feeling emotional when he saw my bracelet. In the midst of our battle to him, I saw again my memory and that guy walking toward me.
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