THIRTY. THE COLD PROFESSOR

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“Sorry, have you seen Cammila?” “No. She didn't attend microeconomics class today.” "Okay, thanks." Sarah sat restlessly in her chair. She glanced at her watch several times while hoping that Cammila would appear at the door of the classroom. It was supposed to be the third class Cammila had to attend. But, Cammila had not appeared. If Cammila hadn't skipped her first and second classes, Sarah would still be calm. But skipping three classes at once, that wasn't Cammila's habit at all. She was an honor student who preferred coming to class rather than sitting lazily at home. Cammila would not leave class unless there was something urgent to do. And all this time, Cammila always called her if she couldn't come to campus. Sarah then grabbed her cell phone to call Cammila one more time. Th

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