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CHAPTER FIFTEEN-I can't Hate You If You're Nice To Me
I woke up to my mother's call the sometime in the evening and if not for the banging headache that followed the moment I got off my bed, I wouldn’t have answered her call considering what I faced at the house with Dwyer days ago. But then again, maybe I should have just taken the ampicillin he offered me that morning. "Charity, my darling" Her shrilly voice piped immediately I answered the call "Mum" I groaned. This was a completely bad timing. Maybe if I slept longer, I wouldn’t be suffering from such severe headache. Even as I answered her call, I wondered how I was able to fall asleep after such an encounter with the devil next door that morning and with a severe ache in the head that feels like I was being hit by something-hard. But I guess the body needs some rest after all. "Is everything okay darling? Shayne called me yesterday and told me to keep an eye on you, is something wrong?" Sh
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