Chapter eighty two: Master and Servant
“Bro, I don't think I’ll remain sane after this.” Above the trees, at the hid of those leaves clustered into one, packed into a hiding spot, is where Sky was hiding. Along with his best friend, Dexter, who is busy scrolling through the pages of a book, back rested at the conjunction of a thick branch to its main body, and lazily looking at the world as if he was about to fall asleep. “I don't think I'll be your baby sitter if you lose it.” He rested his eyes into shut, and started to put the book on his face. He is going to sleep. “That's rude. You know I can still work even without you.” “Yeah, yeah. Say anything you wanted to say. Not going to burst your bubble,” Dexter said, dismissing Sky with his infamous sleepy voice. He then flicked his fingers, as if shooing him away.
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