Part 2, Chapter 90 ✠ Reed and I had a promised meeting place after each of us finished our respective tasks. In the middle of the hydrangea garden, where light purple blossoms bloomed splendidly, I tapped my feet impatiently. “Why isn’t he here yet?” <Shouldn’t you go look for him? Before he destroys the world or something.> “Probably, right? He...
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