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Chapter 71: Guaranteed
RABIYA
If there was a character trait of Travis that I really admire from him and wanted to highlight, it was his genuinely concerned side. I could not begin to comprehend how did he manage to somehow be as concerned as that in that particular moment, when I, myself, was already on the peak of my panic and fear. It was the most fearful day that I had been involved into, but with him, I found every reason to be calm and easy. I was not in the position to conclude this, as I was not even sure, but if not because of him, I might have had ended in a worse situation already. That, I guarantee.
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