When I arrived at the service after I played badminton with my good friends, Dominique told me to say sorry to Dani-
chan. And, I thought that word won't haunt me. I thought she forgave me because I showed proof that Kevin is living. Not a make up person. And, it irritated me. My day was so good.
Oh well, at least my part in the yearbook is about to be finished. That's good.
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