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Closing hours
I was sitting all by myself onto the floor, with an astonished face. That guy from back then, what did he do to me? Clinton rushed to my side and sat down beside me. “Hey, are you alright? Has he done anything to you?” he asked, in a desperate tone. I nodded back sideways in disapproval. Silence followed as I didn’t speak with him and left the library by myself. Now that I think about it, it was a weird encounter, and like that the bells rang signaling that the school hours are over. I was standing near the school gates, waiting for Beatrice to come. We promised to leave to the hostel together. But no matter how long I waited, she didn’t come, and everyone was passing by me little by little. I stood beside the gate with a sad face. Is she not going to come? Suddenly someone pl
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