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Chapter 39 Painting Memories

  • Evelyn
  • I slowly climbed up the stairs, taking deliberate steps to avoid making any noise. It almost felt as if I were on a mission to take down some motherfucking mafias, armed with a gun. Perhaps, if I had a real one in my hand, I might have transformed into a brave little soldier, with my muscular accomplice trailing behind me. This almost felt like a thrilling movie, yet simultaneously, I was fucking stressed. The last thing I wanted was to get caught.
  • A hushed laughter echoed through the hall, causing my gaze to snap back and focus on Jacob, standing beside me.
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