~ T H I R T Y - S I X ~
∽ m i r a c l e ' s p e r s p e c t i v e ∽ "Take care." Kuya Mike tells me a good-bye. It is Saturday and I want a vacation. Just a vacation to relax myself, anyway. The memory of yesterday is still fresh on my mind. I sigh, "Bye." I reply to my brother with a faint smile. After that, I ride gracefully on my black and red Ducati Kawasaki Ninja 300. As I start the engine, I run the motorbike up to 60 kilometers per hour. My destination for today is in a forest. Living in a forest is peaceful, serene, and relaxing. Moreover, I'm all alone on the road, and it's getting dark. I have my bag filled clothes with ammunition, yes. We actually have a house there—a rest house, to be exact. And what is with Chance, by the way? I smirk bitterly. Why do I need to go somewhere around just to ha
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