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Hundred + 22

Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.

It was Yohan.

Clutching my heart, I narrow my eyes at him, “I didn’t even sense that you were.”

“Sorry,” He yawned, stretching his arms up in the air. “Force of habit.”

“Habit?”

Eleanor coughed behind me. When I turned around though, I realized it wasn’t exactly a cough. From the way her eyes were glittering as she looked at Yohan, I knew it was something different entirely. Her look has been meaningful as if I wasn’t curious enough already. Eleanor was great at lying, which I learned the hard way. With how she was acting, it was like she knew something and desperately wa

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