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� 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 98 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵." "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦?" "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.

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Girls were weird sometimes. “It’s the second statement, sir,” Ibukun said. “As you taught us under Concord, a singular noun takes a singular verb. The phrase ‘One of the women’ refers to just one out of the many women that work in the market, so it should take the singular noun ‘has’.”

It was a good day. Everything seemed okay. Woodhidge, the town we were headed to in my yellow sedan, was not your ordinary town. It was a town where most of its inhabitants were Supernaturals. Humans took no more than five per cent of the town total population. That indicated that roughly ninety-five percent of Woodhidge's inhabitants were not humans. Unknown to the humans there, werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, shapeshifters, mindreaders, and seers were also proud residents of Woodhidge. However, more than half of Woodhidge's population as a whole were werewolves. The werewolf preponderance made it look like there weren't any other beings living there aside from the werewolves.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Hello! If you reach this part, then I love you and thank you for going all the way here. This part is to thank everyone who spent their time and money to read One In A Million, thank you so much! Writing this one wasn't an easy game. I spent three months writing it while classes are ongoing. I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending.

The first one slightly larger, the second one closing the distance, both of them doing exactly what they are supposed to do. I have been carrying the twelve-week number for eight weeks. I have been keeping it in the place where I keep the things I track carefully and don't let fear become. Three percent is not ten percent. Three percent is the number that says: I was worried about something that has resolved in the right direction. Dominic's hand is on my arm. He isn't squeezing it. Just present, the way he is always just present when things matter.

"Fifteen percent. Maybe less." Fifteen percent. The number hung in the air between us. Small. Brutal. The kind of number that reduces a human life to a statistical probability, that turns a future into a gamble, that makes every remaining day feel like a coin toss. "Then I have a fifteen percent chance," I said firmly. "Alice —" "That's not zero, Adam. Fifteen is not zero." "It's close enough to zero that no doctor on this planet would recommend —" "No doctor on this planet is me." I pulled my hand from his. Not angrily but firmly. The firmness of a woman who had made a decision and was not going to unmake it to make someone else feel better.

"Oh, I'm just heading somewhere to carry out a small mission. It's no big deal." "Small?" A colleague's eyes widened. "Dr. Gilmore, you're talking about Solaria's Borderless Medical Assistance Program and calling it a 'small mission'?" "Solaria?" Adrian grabbed my arm, causing me to almost drop the ring box.