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What is Love?
Love, plants gardens over graves.
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CHAPTER 71- School Fest! [Day 1: Closing]
HELL's POV
6:03 PM.
I was sleeping.
Or at least, I was trying to.
But, my phone beeped and fvcking vibrated. One, no, two, no, three, no-- okay, seven fvcking times!
I didn't want to check it—because like I've said I was fvcking trying to sleep—but I'm weak when it's my phone that's tempting me. It's kind of like--porn. Just saying. I don't know why I'm even mentioning porn right now. SO NOT COOL. UGH.
Anyway, so, succumbing to temptation like the weak being that I am (so not cool tch), I grabbed my phone by the bedside table and checked it.
The message I received was from Vincent. Of course it is from him. About 97.94% of the texts I get each day is from him. From an utterly creepy guy like him. Oh what a great life I've been living. Seriously.
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From: Fvcking Tan
Dude, hindi ka ba tlga pupunta?
Ang ganda ng view dito!
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That is what his first message was.
The second, third, and so on were random pictures he took (I guess) from around the festival.
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From: Fvcking Tan
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
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First one was the picture of the festival's main entrance.
