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A SILLY THING CALLED LOVE
While we walked through the woods hand in hand, I asked Emanuel, “Why are they all bent on punishing me? They don’t even have credible proof to support their claim.” “They’ve mourned too many deaths and have a lot of anguish upon reaching the third round of this game. Upon discovering Petra’s dead body, they all feel that it is the biggest lead they have on the killer. If they let you go, they believe that more deaths would follow,” implied Emanuel. “It is only me who can prove them wrong.” That was right. None of them knew that I wasn’t the killer. If they realised that he liked Petra while Petra annihilated Nick and Gwen, our names would be cleared. I positively believed that Emanuel’s plan was supposed to yield us good results. As we walked further into the woods, I realised Emanue
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