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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: FEELING CRUSHED
Bee became the highlight of my life, diligently helping me avoid detentions. During the past few days, the class managed to escape detentions with her wits, thus making my wounds heal in peace. One of these days, I'm going to thank her.
Still, Lieutenant Margaery is nowhere to be seen, twice the sergeant had personally gone to me for information, and twice I told him I didn't know where she was.
We were in the middle of Flight Lessons when Victor got pissed off and attacked Viper, his co-pilot.
Roses stood up to watch them brawl. Private Lowell found them rolling on the floor, kicking and punching.
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