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Yeah.. like the title says, this is a part B of the previous chapter. But it's a third person point of view.
It may be a little short, and we'll not know who's mind this is.
I hope you'll enjoy it either way❤
Third person pov
————————Little conversations here and there were enough to distract the surprising note of whatever was going on.
But I've never been one to be blind.
Whatever was going on.. though I know not about it, was hanging so thick in the air that I could even taste it.
It wasn't tension, No. No one looked frightened or at unease one bit.
It wasn't hatred. All eye coordinations were outright, meaning no one had ugly thoughts against the other.
It wasn't absolute cheer either. For the
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