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Chapter Twenty- Two
My temple is throbbing in pain because of what is happening in front of me. I feel like I am in an event, where I am not one of the characters. In this setting, I am just a witness. In the back of my mind, there is a voice that wants to argue with my previous statement. Am I really just a witness or am I just forcing myself to believe that?
I am not that dumb. This lady with my face, I know that I am her. Moreover, this teacher that she addressed as Sir Fortez, his presence beside me is familiar. Even though his face is blurry in my sight, I can tell who he is. However, I do not remember this incident in my life. Is this part of my forgotten memories? Are my memories starting to come back? Professor Fortez said that we knew each other in the past. Is this how we were acquainted? He was also my teacher back then, huh.
The young lady slowly went in front to do what she was told. She gently bring the chalk on the board to write the answer. I was staring at the scene whe
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