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TWELVE | MOVING ON
"Did you just get thrown out of his room?"
"I guess..."
Lydia was passing by the corridor and found me sitting on the floor trying to understand what he said about rubbing something in my face.
"Pull me up." I reached out for her hand.
"What happened in there?" She ask
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