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As if my thoughts had summoned him, Mr. Weston appeared in the doorway. He seemed cheerful enough when he entered the room, but as he looked our way, his smile quickly turned into a scowl.
The day hadn’t even started yet. What could he possibly be upset about this early in the morning? Bits of last night's “conversation” with Victor flashed through my mind. A small fear ran through me.
Victor said he remembered some of what happened when he was gone. Didn’t that imply that the others could too? Did this persona remember me? Was that why he looked so angry? My heart was pounding as he stomped my way.
However, it looked like I had nothing to worry about. He ignored me completely. His glare was firmly locked onto Thomas as he walked over.
"Thom
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