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-Take a deep breath and speak like a normal human being, Sam- He instructed me from his bed, without removing the brown book he always read. It had to be the never-ending story because I'd swear I never changed books.
-Derek follows me. They have me under surveillance. –I whispered in case the aforementioned was in the vicinity listening. I couldn't risk him finding out that I knew.
-Derek? I don't believe it- He didn't even deign to look at me.
And the worst thing was that I considered him my best friend in the hole he was in.
–Well, don't believe me. I am telling you the truth- I crossed my arms angrily. Why was it so hard to believe me? He wasn't going to lie to her about something like that. It would not benefit me to invent it. I was being an unbeliever.
-So, according to you, Derek wants to kill you and that's why he follows you everywhere, to catch you when you least expect them and annihilate you. That would mean that you are hi
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