Chapter 17 Good luck

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Good luck to her.

I don’t believe in things like luck.

I mean, look at this whole situation… If it were a real thing, wouldn’t I be the very embodiment of bad luck?

Still, I can’t help myself. With each step toward the next classroom, I feel a little heavier. That conversation keeps echoing in m...

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