Chapter Thirty-Seven

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            Even though I knew that it wasn't good to eavesdrop to other's conversation, I couldn't help but do so. I was too preoccupied with their talk that I didn't realize that I was leaning so much on the table where an antique vase was put on.             The loud sound probably reverberates throughout the whole mansion. Just then, I realized that the vase fell, I turn around and saw the Hydria vase from the medieval era lying on the ground, and the lip was scathed.             "Fuck." I let out a soft curse, not knowing what to do. I thought the only damage that I caused to the antique was its scathed lips, but if you look closely, you will see that the head was detached to the whole body.             "What's that?!" I heard his mom's high pitched voice from the kitchen. My heart

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