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17: What If?
Emma's POV This has Hailey written all over it. I'm sure she came up with this plan of smearing glue all over my seat. I had been too tired to even check my seat before sitting. “What am I going to do now?” I asked John worriedly. “The glue was thankfully not smeared around all the chair but only in the middle,” he said, observing the chair. “So?” I asked. “So, I should be able to dissolve the glue with this,” he said, bringing out a small bottle. “Let's just pray it shouldn't be strong glue,” “What is in that?” I asked curiously. He opened the lid and the strong scent hit my nose. I didn't need to be told what it was again. “Alcohol? Why do you have alcohol in your backpack?” I asked in a hushed voice. “For many reasons, it even proved to be useful to you,” he said, pouring it al
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