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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AKIRA’S CONFESSION
I looked around the empty benches while I fiddle with the ticket on my hand. It was at the middle of the month alright but still I didn’t know that even in hospitals during these time people were few.
“Number 33!” the lady on the third counter finally yelled out.
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