CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWO : THE WISHER

“Who is this?

What do you fucking want?” Her reply came, and I laughed loudly.

Moving to my bed, I sat up straight, my legs curled over the other.

I could almost feel the rage and frustration she must be feeling through her text.

“I’m saddened.

How could you forget me so easily?

Or has your hu...

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