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23| Red Mark on the Forehead
JONEA "Isn't he home yet?" I searched the house for Owen, but he was nowhere to be found. "Do I have to make a report to him if I'm going to the club? But there is no such agreement between us. What if he comes looking for me?" I pondered. "Why am I so sure he will look for me? It's like he won't care no matter what I do. Daran isn't here either." After taking my bag, I left the house. When I got to the door, I hesitated and finally turned back. I took a piece of memo paper from the table by the phone. I wrote a message on it and attached the paper to the refrigerator door using a magnet. "It's up to him whether he wants to read or not. At least I have an excuse and a defense if something goes wrong." I nod, satisfied. The taxi is waiting in front of the house. The atmosphere of
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