The strange Alpha said he was my lover. I thought about it and asked: Who am I?
Later, I realized that this issue was not important. Too many people were living in confusion. In District 19, I was just the lover of a young Alpha.
What I do most often is to sit in a simple room, waiting for dusk to fall, waiting for the bell to ring, and waiting for the young Alpha to return with food in high spirits and a disgraced face.
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Try to write about topics that you are not good at, such as double A, senior year, and HE.
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Motto: What goes off the rails will eventually get back on track.