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64. The Nineteenth Birthday

Damn. My bad luck. I don't want to accept his help.

Reluctantly I open his car's front door and sit on my side while cussing some swear words to those crazy witches. My pride!

Ashar starts the car after giving me a quick glance. "You smell of coke. Did you pour the drink on your dress instead of glass?" He mocks, looking at me through the corners of his eyes.

I shoot him a glare, trying to hide my embarrassment, "Drive fast. Your presence is suffocating me." And that rotten smell that is coming from me.

His car seat would also get sticky because of my clothes. Ugh. I want to explode into anger right now at him and tell him this is because of him, those nutcases are pestering me because of him. But, I abstain myself. I don't want to do anything with him. I'll handle my problems by myself.

"Okay, just answer my one last question." He glimpses at me.

Instead of replying him, I lean back my head on the car seat and close my eye

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