39. Advice
Kris's POV Reminiscing... Standing there looking at her back as she walked away, Nan babo-ya? (am I stupid?) Why can't I think of a way for her to believe me? Why am I like this? Why can't I do more?! I should do more, right?! I should! Mwoya? Kris! Haist!!!! You're so dumb! Lying on my bed, I have been changing positions just to get to sleep, but I can't. I kept thinking about her, and what to do next. Why is this so hard?! I heard a knock on my door. It's noona. "Yah! Kris!" she entered lively jumping on my bed and hitting my butt. I have no energy to nag at her for doing that as usual. Besides, she never stopped doing that since we were kids no matter how much I complain. It's a waste of effort. "Hey, what's with that low energy?" she asked me removing the pillow out of m
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