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"Philip, don't be mad, okay?"

Phil had no clue what he'd done wrong this time. He had always aimed to please the professor, and when she was happy, so was

Philip. Had he messed up again?

He was at a loss. Panic began to set in, the icy grip of the machinery he feared he'd be thrown back into seemed all too close.

"Philip."

The voice was grating to him, and in an instant, Philip grabbed Phil's hand tightly, his tone tinged with rare sulk. He never snapped

at this person, but this time, he couldn't hold back.

"You slept with her? What were you thinking?"

"lI wanted you to be happy."

"Do you think that makeshappy?"

Confusion clouded Phil's eyes as he echoed the question, not understanding why Philip wouldn't be happy.

Philip suddenly felt embarrassed, as if his gentle facade was being ripped away. He'd lived in Greenfield for so long, witnessed so

much deceit and change of heart, yet now he couldn't deal with one sincere soul.

Releasing Phil's hand after a long pause, Philip still didn't know what to say. He turned to retreat to his room, with Phil trailing

behind him cautiously, not wanting to stir his anger further.

Once in the room, Philip stood by a cabfilled with leaves Phil had collected, each meticulously cleaned.

for years. After a minute with closed eyes, Philip

"But..."

"No buts."

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of bewilderment crossed Phil's face; then he said without hesitation, "As long as

was left speechless. Phil returned to his crumbled biscuit as if to say, “Just don't

still understood nothing, still taking Philip's

staff here were the lowest of the low, their

screaming people or the deceased. They all wore

was growing restless; Dylan and Walter were

snippets of conversation, lan gathered this was just a tiny corner of it. The heart of

further in, a place off-limits

looking to select

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to help with the transfers, shadowing the group

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that? While lan pondered this, the

man glanced at lan, "What are you still doing here? Get the

answered the call, "Doctor, you're coming personally? Yes, of course. I'll open

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deal with lan and hurried to a massive door. As the

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