Caleb's mouth twitched, and he typed: I don't have any tomorrow...
Before I could type the word "free", Sheng Fengshui sent me another message: "Don't say you are not free."
Caleb felt like he was being seen through, and felt quite unhappy, so he simply agreed. Anyway, he had nothing to do on Sunday, so it would be nice to have a chance to improve his favorability.
Caleb closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He dreamed again, and in his dream he returned to that rooftop.
He stood there, looking at the man a few steps away. He wanted to speak, but his throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of cotton.
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