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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Bad temper

THE GUARD greeted me. “Sorry, sir. Are you a residence here? Can I have your ID?”

He’s asking me politely, but I want to punch the guard for being stubborn. Doesn’t he know I’ve been coming here frequently?

“Don’t you know me? I’ve been coming here almost every day.”

He just scratched his head as if it will help him. “I’m sorry, sir, just a protocol. Just give me your ID so there will be no trouble.”

Yes, I’m really looking for trouble and now my hands are itching to stomp on him. I was forced to take out my wallet and pull out my driver’s license to slap him hard on his face. “Here’s my ID.”

He compared it to a list that I could not understand why he even did that even though I was just a visitor and I didn’t live in the area. They put security when it wasn’t a high-rise building. It was just an ordinary cheap five-story building only

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