Entry Eighty-three
10/7 cont.
I called for help and nothing was achieved out of that. I couldn't even run away. I was trapped. There was no way in avoiding a conversation with them. Guess this is just fate.
It was a really awkward start. Smarty and Galm just stared at me. When was this silence going to be broken? Was it ever going to be broken? Well, if they weren't going to do it, then maybe I should? Right? God, I don't know anymore. Being my idiotic self, I decided to speak.
The only thing I could muster out was a measly--
"H-Hi guys..."
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