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Chapter 73: Two To One
TRAVIS
What made me more angry to the council and the Hamlet University itself was the fact that they acted as if nothing had happened last night. They still had the audacity to announce the continuation of the class when they could not barely keep in touch with the police to get even the tiniest update they can get from the investigation of the murder of the two of my classmates, Jieve and LD. I wanted to despise the police. I wanted to despite the entire council, and every person working in it. I despite Noel Hummingbird for being dumb and reckless, and most of all, I despised the killer x psychopath x heartless individual who had nothing to do but to reap innocent lives off someone who were doing him no harm.
I just did not know if it was still valid to remain calm and peaceful, but to me, in my case, I already lose my all of it. If there was anything I was able to feel around this time, it was nothing bu
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