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35: “Walid Chips is my favorite potato chips too.”
It was still morning that was just about to turn afternoon yet their energy had already been drained from the exhaustion. Having two 2-hour classes in a row felt like torture as they felt like walking on an endless desert with hope to get back home without having any drop of water to quench their thirst. A portal to a dimension where food and water can be found everywhere with a cool temperature around them appearing to save their lives from the torturing desert was exactly the same as the professor deciding to end the class because he promised to eat lunch with his 9-year-old daughter. “So, what do you plan to do now?” the brunette asked as she slung the strap of her backpack over her shoulder. “I’m not sure. Hope that I run to her again, I guess.” The raven pushed the chair back
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