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" She smile to Mark and Danny who had waited for her at the tent's entrance and walk away with them . " Miss Mu , what would you like to have for your lunch ?" Mejar Gerald who looks a bit awkward ask Nienie that sitting beside him . " It's up to Mejar Gerald , but I can't eat spicy food ." Nienie said to him slowly as the two couples Infront them are talking to each other . " It's okay for now just call me Gerald ." Mejar Gerald said to her as he can see she's still a bit shy to be around him . " Then you can call me Nienie. All my friends call me by that name ." Nienie reply to him .

She had this weird obsession of giving nicknames and emojis beside it to the contact numbers of her loved ones. The first ping was from Megan Megs😼 : did you reach Ric? Nes 👦 : yes , did u? Megs 😼: luk at her Nes, she is alrdy avoiding us 😑 Nes 👦: yeah 😖 din' expect this from u chico rico 😟 Megs😼 : this is what we get for loving you so much? Huh? Tell me? Tell meeee😤😤😤😢😢 chica rica😭 not fair gurl.😠

Nana screamed, her eyes on her phone. “What?”She asked. “Kelly just made your picture his dp.Awwn” “Really,” Rachel said bringing out her own phone. He has used the picture she sent him as his profile picture on I*******m and Whattsapp. “Are you guys a thing now?”Nana winked. “No, but......” “But what?”Nana asked interestedly. “One of my wishes is to finally date a guy when am 16 and that is just next year. I also want to have my first kiss...”

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Henry opened it, revealing a collection of items: a handwritten letter, a framed photo, and a small velvet pouch. Nina reached for the letter, unfolded it and began to read aloud: “Dear Nina, I hope this gift finds you well. I’ve been following your life from a distance, admiring your strength and resilience. Inside this box, you’ll find a photo from your past and a small token of my appreciation.I love you now and always. Best regards, A Friend” Nina’s heart raced as she looked at the framed photo. It was an old picture of her, taken years ago when she was just a teenager. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, both good and bad.

Emerson's POV The notification came from an account I didn't recognise. No username. No profile picture. Just a number and a video file dropped into my messages at two forty-three in the afternoon while I was sitting on my bedroom floor doing nothing in particular because there was nothing in particular to do when you were grounded with no phone data and no car and nowhere to be. I almost didn't open it. I opened it. Twelve seconds. That was how long the video was. Twelve seconds of a corridor I recognised — the one beside the language block, the quiet one nobody used during class time — and two people standing close together in it.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.