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**CAMILLA**
WEDNESDAYThe weirdness didn't end.Arriving at his place, I hopped off the motorcycle and rushed instead, walking faster than I usually would.When he made no efforts to reach out, I lowered my head and shut the door behind me.I ran upstairs, locked myself in my room and sucked in a harsh breath. The walls felt as though they were closing in on me, not to mention my airway feeling clogged all of a sudden."Things are turning out terribly for me. For starters, I caused a fire in my house, I lost my boyfriend, my parents are away. I don't need a soothsayer to let me know that I'm bad luck."I whispered to my hearing.My shoulders began to shake in light sobs. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I got to my bed and laid flat, burying my face into my pillow, screaming out all my frustrations and then I cried even harder.****Half an hour later, I pulled off my clothes and went iRelated chapters
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