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moves in waves and birds chirping could be heard from a distance, as if harmonising with the g

a very beaut

ay through the hallway of his house to reach the kitchen. He was hoping that he could find something to drink—a water or anything—that could at least slightly disperse the insane amount of pain he felt star

h sometimes twitched from the headache—gradually w

was a bowl of hangover soup and a bo

ha

of him, being an air-headed as he is, he slowly sat down in front of the dishe

en sneaking inside his house and cooked his meals, or he's simply just still hallucinating about eating a hearty breakfast when in reality, he's stil

above the surface. At a glance, it doesn’t look that delicious at all, but he could’ve swor

ll.

whether there were anyone other than him i

net, a pair of eyes watched him intently as he savored the soup, while

ed his food,

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u take a bath

g asked by Taylor to Ricky when

you talk

for the pouch. Even so, he smelled himself, abiding to his friend’s curiosity. Weird, he smelled

sity—weirdly enough, he had this strong urge to wash his face and brush his tee

f his bedroom when he suddenly heard his wardrobe rattle. Alarmed, he reached his pillow a

an it being empty because he never folded his clothes. On one hanger, it was just some jeans that he usually wear and a piece

adverten

by grabbing the hangers and slammed the door shut. After that, he brought them to the living

ick, yo

his fingers i

coming back to reality. “What?

would’ve targeted Adam as his prey. Ricky blinked his eyes for a bit. He still couldn't digest of what happened

ld drink your alcohol moderatel

as he patted Ri

you bought too much alcoho

on his side. They all cackled sarca

pouch that we got from that

rowed into a frown After h

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nod

ent to the money exchanger to exchange money for the nugget

"That nerd bastard, how

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is

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m and teach him some

d by Ricky who sneered at that nerd who made him feel weird. The