WE ARE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL
Aubrey seemed to notice my attitude and my haste, and he asked, “What's wrong with you? Dropped something?"
“As a small notebook, it is not too small, it is very comfortable to hold. That's right, the notebook where you and I first met, you bumped into me, did you see it somewhere near me? That thing is very important to me.”
“So it's that old notebook, you must have dropped it when you fought that first year monster. I see that notebook is worn out, looks like it's about to tear, but you still keep it? What a nostalgic thing,” said Aubrey, the boy's hands raised above his head, the gesture infuriatingly eye-catching.
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