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I sat down on the chair holding a blanket I found in my hands. My mind started reminding me of what happened bit by bit.
“The creaking door sound… someone covering my shoulders… Could it be that it was Samil who walked into my office?” I wondered.
I wish I could ask him about it, but for some reason I was convinced that he wouldn't admit it, even if it truly were him. Then I realized something else… I could ask Chris! If the conversation I heard wasn't just in my imagination he could confirm who was he talking to, and what were they talking about… right?
“Think again, genius! You are talking about Samil's best friend! Even if he really is mad at his friend for acting unfairly, he would never betray him!” rationality murdered most of my hope.
Those uncertainties were killing me. I wished I could cast some kind of spell to find out if the blanket which was now in my hands, belonged to Samil. I already practiced similar spells with one of the books Siste
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