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The Following Week
Ever since I was born, I figured luck was never on my side. Even on my way here, I lost my favorite pen and my earphones. The two things I sorta can’t live without. Chatters, the sizzling of beefs and the constant greetings.
Fae’s plan didn’t work. In the end, I ended up attending this month’s family reunion.
I let out a sigh, taking in the open area for the third time today. Distant chirps fill my ears. The leaves from the trees sway with the wind. The weather’s nice to say the least. It isn’t too hot nor was it cold
