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Chapter 77: Hidden Cameras
CHUCK
If there was anything I have ever noticed between Rabiya and now my new best friend Travis, it was the fine gap that existed between Rabiya’s frustration and Travis’ anger. Both of which were placed at different points of which they were entirely opposite to one another, but somehow, between them was a long and thin line that represented the similarities that both of them had in common. And what are these similarities called? Well, it’s the long for justice, and revenge.
As we remained standing meters and meters away from the group of protesters who, even up until now was still ignored by the faculty especially the most needed person with whom the the protest was delivered for, the Vice Principal, we nonchalantly casted a rippling air off our lungs in an unplanned but simultaneously manner, that served as the seal to our conversation. In most usual of times, this already meant that we
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