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Chapter 66: Newer Circle
“Oh come on, Travis! You got to be kidding me!” Jacel clamored as she thought I was just trying to pull a prank to drive her into losing her shit. But no, something was really wrong in the result that turned out in the search engine. No, it was not in the search engine either. It was from a text message from an unknown number. I could not figure where did this text message came from, but by the looks of it, and by the words that were typed out of the message key bar, I would assume it came from Travis himself.
It was nothing more than any other text messages. It was just plain, simple, raw, and unproofread text message because there was a lot of typing errors and even improper texting on it. Knowing that Travis was not really fond of texting and texting was not really one of the things where he was dominantly good at, it all said that it was from him.
The text said, ‘There are more than a million possibilities of what
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