What have I pushed myself into? I shouldn’t have come to this town! I should’ve made my way to my parents’ house, or better yet along with them on their graves since I’m a dead meat, either choices I make!
omething? And again, why am I treated like a murderer?!
Tired, my body just gave up on me. I collapsed in the middle and I’m just staring at the ceiling full of cobwebs and dust with some free roommates such as spiders. Thank goodness I’m not afraid of them.
The flashes of memories I have with my past issue, the scam issue, is now slowly crawling in my mind again. I’m having flashbacks of the horrible mistake that I’ve committed.
There’s this close friend of mine who apparently had an important manuscript of a late author who’s very famous in his time. He asked me if I can get a cont
