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X: Mr. President Needs Privacy!
"You really recovered, huh?" Dylan said as he sits next to Ulysses.
He just got into their classroom and still has his bag on and didn't bother to put it on his own seat first.There's still some time before the first subject begins, and the person who's originally sitting where Dylan sits still hasn't arrived."Of course. Didn't I told you there's nothing to be worried about?" He said casually like nothing strange really happened last night.The truth is, Ulysses woke up this morning laying on the wooden floor. He's still in his school uniform and his bag was still on his back.He felt really hungry and thirsty when he woke up since he hasn't taken anything for dinner.A mocking grin slowly forms on Ulysses' face. "Don't tell me you're actually worried about me despite what I told you?""What? Of course n--- yes!" Dylan almost said did it again.He was about to deny it but he remembers that he needs to be extra nice to this person.And then the drama king
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