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Chapter 22.10: Love and Predicament
AUGUST
I spent my free time today with Mary, Rock and Gustav and I’m starting to grasp this thought that I may be spending my free time with them for the rest of the week. And if things aren’t quickly combed between me and Rachel, it might extend for who knows how long. It doesn’t matter to me anyway, whether this thing ends up stretching to a month. I’m totally fine with Rachel ignoring me for the whole damn week if that’s how she wants things to be. Of course Nicole and Victoria would always support her and just like what I’m thinking, they are ready to flash their sharpened fangs and claws in order to protect their bff.
The bottom line is that I don’t really have some plan on straightening my situation with Rachel. Even though she thinks this whole damn situation was all my fault, but in my eyes, I perfectly know that this was Rachel’s fault. I know my shortcomings that I sh
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