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be able to see my face in each

eplaced with these pots. She was obsessed with her u

day, working in

work because only that way would I be abl

made up my mind to not go to that school anymore.

saw him again. Would I break down c

my mother. Luckily, she was out of town when

w, I managed to trigger my stupid mora

was no morality involved. That was compensation money,

rejecting the money, it was

get over and finally when it did, I ran straight insi

ryday, for fiv

nd I came back home the same way. What I did in betwe

cutively was suspicious fo

ight above me as soon as I t

n they saw a lighting or heard a loud clap. F

in and the electric charge

rsonal level. It felt like they knew me

ce at the sky and darte

lways rained when I cried or

, my bag tucked between my hand

ight ahead when I

idn't pay mu

water all over my dress. As I looked at them from th

as a

r jackets. They reeked of alcohol and their

erworld. But unlike the mafia system, they had no principles or mor

lation. They raced, they drank, they kept

y sometimes

ke a game

when they

ad all heard stories about the bodies th

walking straight up ahead as if I did

unsteady but

full run. That might

s the bike came right in fr

ps back, but I bumped

surr

looked up. I

m. The road was completely emp

ded by wild wolves, who were drooling with