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Chapter 5
“What is love?”
“Love is Neveah.”
“Ew! Corny!”
My lips formed into thin line as I heard my friends voices. They won’t never get tired arguing. I sigh. As if they would, that’s their favorite hobby to do. Seriously, they always fight and argue even in the smallest thing.
“Could you please let me be in peace?”
Goodness. I could feel my patience slowly disappearing. I’m a psych student and one of our traits were having a very long patience. But if you’re with this kind of people, I don’t know if you can be really patient.
“Sorry Rue,” Rebel glared at his cousin before looking at me. “Astraea’s acting like a kid, again.”
I roll my eyes when I saw how Ave’s face reddened, indicating that she’s going to blow up.
“I’m not a kid!” she even stomped her feet onto the ground while shooting a glare at Rebel.
My eyes went down on my books before taking a deep sigh. I quietly gather all my things on my arms and stood
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