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46. Where Is Serena?
I pick up my backpack and fling it over my shoulder before getting up and making my way straight to the entrance of the detention hall. "Uhmm, hello? Excuse me, Mr. Damon, where the hell are you going? Did you perhaps lose your senses?" he asks, forcing me to stop few meters away from the entrance as I close my eyes and exhale deeply. "I need to go home, Mr. Carlos." He laughs out loud and taps his palm against the table in front of him with so much disbelief in his voice. "I'm seriously having a hard time trying to understand you, Damon, and I can't actually believe my eyes are witnessing this. But who the hell do you think you are? Do you think because of the powerful and strong influence of your father, you can just go on about doing anything you want without abiding by the law and
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