I Am Going to Save My Friends First
Her eyes widened. Again, she had no chance to speak because the bike quickly ran as fast as it could. She was left with no choice to hold onto Kenneth’s waist. The sound of its speed and the cold wind approaching them is deafening—even if she’s wearing a helmet. Gladly she’s wearing the thing or else she’ll think this is the way to the afterlife. When they stopped in front of a French-style mansion, Kenneth instantly left his seat and proceeded to the main door. Cheska surely has no time to appreciate its beauty and extensiveness. The ride made her dizzy. She feels like she left her soul somewhere around the place. She can’t feel anything. She just sat there, dazed. When she remembered the situation, she shook her head repeatedly, holding herself back together. For sure now is
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