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This time, the leader of the shills, who was called ‘Know One’s Place and Abide by the Law’, started his performance again after receiving twenty million dollars from the Webb family. He started posting on major websites, claiming that: “The majority of the netizens have been taken advantage by people with unpredictable intentions. Donald Webb is the most famous entrepreneur in the South Region and he is the largest philanthropist in the entire South Region. No one pays even more attention to the health and safety of the minors compared to him. How can he possibly condone the actions of someone like Nelson Bishop? How could he possibly have done such hurtful and wicked things? This matter si

"And God forbid I work at my sister's store. Do you know she gives me the expired kimbap and says I'd survive it? Pure evil, I tell you." Her smile swallows her beady eyes as always, causing me to chuckle. She knew she had me. Basically, Harper did social media. Well, aside from working at a joint cosmetics store and boutique, her life centered around deafening I*******m notifications and Twitter reposts. On the contrary, I only had a F******k account that was now banned for calling out a misogynistic comment. "Just one hour. You tour the place, and we go back home. I have to resume work early today. The grim reaper is coming around."

Webb was equivalent to anyone else setting off fireworks. I sat at the kitchen table in my robe with my coffee and I looked at the journal's website on my laptop and I read our names in print. Bella Davidson and Dr. Constance Webb. I read it three times. The biochemist who had set down her work four years ago in a house that was never hers and had picked it back up in a classroom on the edge of the Feinberg campus was now a published researcher. Her work was in the permanent scientific record. The question she had brought to a laboratory — the question that had started as a personal wound and had been transmuted, through months of disciplined, careful work, into something that could benefit

It was the diary in which I used to write everything! I held it in my hands and settled myself on the bed. I peered it open to see a blinding light flashing through it. “What?” I fluttered my eyes shut. After a minute, I opened them to see the diary in its normal state. The page I had opened was the beginning one. It had an entry already written with….today’s date. I commenced reading it. ^Dear Diary, Today I am leaving my home and going to my college. I am way too excited! But then at the same time, I will miss mom.