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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

I was a little bit confused at first because I knew that the title of the book he was referring to wasn't written in a common script. It was an inscription similar to the symbol Summer had written on the victim's house, the same script that Hanna had taught me. The person provided their personal email address and if there was anything to ask, that person asked me to contact them immediately.

I decided to call Winnter but her cell phone was off. So I asked Mirai to go to that shop. We got ready and left at three in the afternoon because the journey to that place was quite far, taking four hours. I wrote a message to that woman and prepared some food since we might not be going home tomorrow.

"Sister Winnter isn't coming with us?" Mira asked.

"I've tried to reach her, but her cell phone was off. We'll just write her a message, she'll definitely read it when she gets home." I said while sticking a 'sticky note' using a magnet on the fridge.

132. Bookstore