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Hellbound
Bloody hell.
"You annoying goggles," I mutter.
I lost my them again. What is wrong with them? Because of the 'Lynn' thing, I couldn't take the swimming lesson. I was confused and lost, so directly came home. And I'm guessing I can't make the afternoon lesson, too. I'm not used to swim without goggles, when I'm with many students. And another reason, despite I've been swimming for many years, I don't see well in water.
Now, what?
Did I really put them in bag when Jake gave?
Honestly, I can't remember.
Wait, maybe I have another pair.
I walk hurriedly to the storeroom and start to search. I first reach to the shelf where I put my old sports items, but I've bumped into something.
I swallow, gazing at the curtain.
I take a deep breath and put the curtain away.
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