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Chapter 2.2
"I thought you're not Mad Mayhem at first. But last time, I saw you typing on your laptop and I confirmed it- I'm sorry if I got curious and peeked through by the way," she added.
My heart suddenly banged against my chest, I felt the chills ran all over my body that even made my palms produce sweats all over it. I glanced at the lady, and I couldn’t help but to feel sorry that I can’t give the same emotion she’s feeling while looking at me.
"I'm sorry, it's just..." I took a deep breath and look at her in the eyes. "I'm surprised. I didn't expect any of this, honestly."
I took a deep breath and forced a smile. My left foot keeps on tapping the floor, ready to run away from her but I know it will be just useless. I've been here every day for like a week, of course she already recognizes me.
"I didn't expect of knowing you in person, actually and I feel so privileged. I've read all of your stories, and I simp!" she remarked as her eyes spa
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