Trash Chapter #8

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......” Kiragi looked on with his placid face, the delinquent scratched his head a bit, The Soldier had a forlorn look on his face... Dorian still kept his smiling mask. Whatever expression he was making now, it was hidden beneath the mask. Nevertheless, if anyone had the tiniest bit of smart, they could've figured it out. Dorian's next answer would determine the severity of our condition. “hehe, about 90% of the hints I gave are helpful?” ‘We're doomed! We are all freaking doomed!’ I wail inwardly. Even the tepid boy winced for three whole seconds after he heard that. Recall a certain lecturer boredly glossing over his course, then at exams day he walks in, stares at everyone, eye to eye, and laughs? I remember one, he took it upon himself to enter the exam hall, just to leave the words, “You've seen what's on the paper right? Are you shocked?” Before laughing away. I could have sworn there that Dorian was his ancestor. Everyone, at least, had some brains to reason it out after a while, Dorian said 90% of what he said was true, but then there was the question about his integrity just
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