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6:58 PM
"Ejey?" I called, "Ejey? I'm sorry," I called again but with an apology at the end. However, as I continue looking for the guy, there's a piece of paper on his nightstand that flash through the side of my eye which wasn't there before. I grew intrigued. And when I finally took the paper on my hand. A very familiar handwriting was written on. It says; Don't find me, I'm working.
Working? Why would he be working at this time? It's weekend. Or he's just upset because I gave him a punch on the face real hard.
But the mess inside his room; from furniture to minor things weren't now visible. It was very clean this way. His room became more neat than earlier when I arrived. I don't know how much strength I pour in my fist as soon as it collided on his face, but am sure he rea
