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“You’re the boy from the gala,” slowly whispered Astrid, being unable to believe that she wasn’t frustrated by being touched by a stranger. “Why did you help me previously?” The charming stranger didn’t provide any answers. Instead, he stared and giggled. Astrid, on the other hand, looked at him with confusion. “Why won’t you answer me anything?” questioned Astrid while extending her hand in his direction. The guy grinned as he moved away, grabbed her diary which held a personal account of the life that she was living. Then, he rushed towards the window. “No, don’t take that away from me! That’s personal!” yelled Astrid. The stranger’s smile apparently widened as he jumped out of the window, declaring, “I’m your enemy.” Speechless, Astrid realised that she had made a mistake by