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My brother is a boxer?

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My brother is a boxer?

How? When did he..?

Ya Allah what's going on?

No, it can't be him. My brother never keeps a secret from me. We made a promise.

It's not him.

I checked the date and it turned out be tomorrow at 7PM. Perfect, I'll come here to make sure that's not him.

"Let's go." Lucas called behind me.
We went out and Lucas drove away from the gym.

"Do you train here?" I broke the silence.

"Sometimes."

"Do you know someone named Led there?" If he trains there maybe he knows that person.

He stiffened. "No"

I narrowed my eyes at him for a while to see if he's lying or not but I shrugged and looked away.

I told him to drop me off at the Starbucks where my car is.

"See ya." I waved to him as I grabbed my backbag. He waved back and smiled "Later."
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In the end I decided to drive to a park near the apartment instead of home because it was nice weather and I wanted to find an inspiration for my painting.

My rang beside me on a bench facing a fountain, it was beautiful.

"Hello." I answered without checking the caller.

"Where are you slave?" Ugh Amir.

"Are you just breaking your own rule?" I rolled my eyes.

"You're my slave, I can ask whatever I want. Where are you?"

I mocked him silently but answered nonetheless.

"At the park near the plaza." I sighed. I can't even enjoy the weather.

"Come at the parking lot, we need to go somewhere."

"Where?"

"No questions." And he hanged up.
Jerk. This nasty jerk!

I groaned and went straight to the parking lot.

I spotted him in his car before i imbed in.

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