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With his lips pressed against my ear, he spoke, “I have a cocktail party his weekend. I will take you with me. So, be prepared.” I certainly didn’t wish to be targeted again in the Universiteit by Ursula, and her best friends. While holding my head, I let out, “I am sorry I just don’t feel fine. I gotta go ...” In the spur of the moment, I couldn’t just accept the offer. Since he was betrothed to Ursula, he should ask her to accompany him. Even considering me an option was wrong. As I scampered out of the building, I reached near the sparkling fountain. While staring at my image in the water, I pondered why he wants me to accompany him to a place filled with those scientists who tortured me. Lately, his actions have been extremely incomprehensible. Earlier, he built a soft corner in my