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∽ m i r a c l e ' s p e r s p e c t i v e ∽ Morning . . . The moment Kuya Mike dropped me on school, I don't feel like going to attend class. I'm currently walking to the main building of the university. I need to escape from here. What should I do? My image is not good in here. Damn, it still pisses me off remembering those photos leaked in every sites. I hurriedly grab my phone and dialed Justine's number. After three rings, he answers it. "Yes, Mizz Twain?" "Just, can you delete all the photos about me, wearing a very sexy clothes that leaked last night?" I say directly with fully-annoyed voice. "And when I say all, I mean everything!" Justine chuckles, "Chill, elite girl, I can erase all of 'em in just few minutes. Don't be so pissed, a'ight? It's a beautiful morning, y'see." "
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