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Ten
It is in the nature of people to crave mysteries thus they feel envious of the things they don’t have.
I run without thinking, it was the first thing my brain told me to do. It may be a stupid idea but there was no other way around it. If stayed and pondered, I would only make myself look more of a fool than I already am. I had to clear my mind of the unwanted emotions that suddenly surfaced from wherever it came from.
I simply need to get away from Yulian. It was
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