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XIX. Meeting Who
Cassey woke up in a room.
“Mom?”
‘Who is calling me, Mom?’
“Mom, please this is Harley...”
“Harley?”
Cassey suddenly remembered everything when she heard of the child’s name. It was her pupil’s name. But she had one thing to worry.
“What happened to me, Harley?”
“You don’t remember at all, Mom?”
“You passed out on the streets, Mom. People keep saying that you are just acting but you were definitely knocked out.”
The child who answered was Torus.
“Before passing out, what happened to me?”
They suddenly went silent.
“We really don’t know Mom, because someone is chasing us.”
“Chasing you?”
‘They were the thieves?’
Torus noticed Cassey’s hesitant glance.
“Mom, we are not thieves. Promise, we are not thieves. Tho
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