BC Vingt-Sept

      He wouldn't go to meet her. That would be squashing his pride. Probably twould be tantamount to mock his own rustic rigidity. That would be the worst thought he'd ever nurse in his life. He wouldn't take slim chances. He wouldn't go. He'd rather loiter on the corridor than call her. He was sure that the two of them were basked in pulpy pride. But he was sure that his would never submit to hers. His would never quake in awe of the ferociousness of hers. If he would talk to her, then he'd stop talking to himself. He knew that wasn't an option. He would simply ignore the thought. He'd simply pawn the thought. But the thoughts seemed to had been trained by shrewd shenanigans.

      Dreg looked closely and noticed that Dar was having a novel with her. She always did. And at least, that would serve as a boyfriend to her. Ew!

       He left for the class.

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