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106. Some Realizations Can Be Heavy
Salva sighed, as he threw in the last of his pieces of clothing in his bag and was about to close it when a message on his phone, lit up the screen, vibrating the device. He picked his phone, placed next to his bag and sighed, reading Nicholas’s message on it. Sick Nick: Get a nice formal shirt for me. Salva groaned in agitation, as he walked towards his closet and chose a white shirt and clicked a picture of it, sending it to Nicholas. Salva Lava: Is this fine? Sick Nick: Nopes! I look flashed out in white. Haven’t it the beach in a while, so I am not tanned enough for a white shirt. Do you have a navy blue or something grey? Salva Lava: Why do you even want one? Like, what possible use could you make of a formal shirt on an island? Sick Nick: I still attending meetings from my off
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