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50: “And thank you for saving me that night.”
“Really? It was you? The mysterious person who was also the last person I saw before everything turned black was you? Seriously? You are not joking?” Some people are weak with praises that they would cover their faces to protect themselves from exposing their blushing shy face as if they are not enjoying the feeling of being showered with compliments, while the other people are completely comfortable with it that they are able to wear a confident smile on their faces and take in every positive word that other people utter about them. Everyone could basically tell that Aster was the latter one. There was this one time when she won first place in a national essay competition; not only did the news article talk about her victory in the competition, but the fact that she was completely confid
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