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Chapter 138: Futures and Flashbacks
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“Hey!” Well called. His voice echoed like a wailing siren in the vastness and bleakness of the dusk.

On the other hand, Binsent Anchorman had been caught in a lull. Well had been trying to get his attention for quite a while already but still he was too stuck in a rut that he had not heard a thing. And so, Well got no choice but to poke him by th shoulders to make sure that he would turn around this time.

“I said hey!” Well repeated. This time, there was a certain sharpness in his voice sharp enough to pierce through the daydream that caught all the attention of the man beside him. “Are you still with me?” Well asked, his eyebrows trying to collide with each other but a part of him said it was too unnecessary for them to do that.

“Oh, yes! Yes! I am still with you. Sorry, but what was it again?” Binsent Anchorman moved his head to the direction of the young man, and now that his attention had been diverted to him finally, he made sure he heard every word that Well would utter the f
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