  I yelled at Aiden, &quot;Hey, A! Can you stop singing?! Have pity on us who hear your voice!&quot; I struck him with the fries I am eating as a joke.
  He remarked with a broad grin on his lips, &quot;Hey, Anna, you should be even thrilled to hear my voice.&quot; What he said made me giggle.
  He boldly stated, &quot;A lot of girls want to hear me sing, but I do not give in; you are blessed to hear me perform for free.&quot;
  I pretended to be about to puke because of what he said. Seriously, the more I got to know Aiden, the more I understood he was crazy as well.
  With a sly wince, I murmured to him, &quot;Duh, I am so sick of your voice.&quot;
  He felt it because he knew he had a lovely voice. When we are hanging out together, he always sings. My voice appears to have nothing to do with the beauty of his voice, which is partially true, but I am sick of A&quot;s voice. Lyka and he

  After a few pictures from Lyka, Aiden was allowed to drink his wine.
  Lyka checked her photos to see if she was doing it correctly, and when she saw that she was, she drank the wine in her glass. She drank all of the wine in her glass in one go.
  What she did made my eyes widen. Is she all right? Although this is her first time drinking, she appears to be very comfortable with the manner she drinks. Oh, my god. With what Lyka is doing, I will be old in no time.
  &quot;How does it taste?&quot; I inquire, my curiosity piqued. Lyka was taken aback by what I said and her gaze was drawn to mine.
  She gave me a big smile before answering my query.
  &quot;It is sweet, Anna,&quot; she remarked, smiling broadly at me. &quot;I promise, it is not bitter.&quot; The way she smiled made me uneasy. I am not sure I believe what this woman is saying, and I am afraid I am going to fall for Lyka&quo

  Time flies by so quickly. I almost missed the fact that it was December. I scarcely noticed the passing of months because I had a lot of documentation to submit and also had to review for the end of the first semester.
  As we proceeded down the corridor, I heard Lyka say, &quot;Hey! Anna, where do you want to go now?&quot;
  Because we recently finished our last exam, there are a lot of kids distributed across the campus today. The dreaded &quot;hell week&quot; is finally gone. Despite the fact that we appear tired and sleep deprived, we have a wide range of smiles on our faces.
  In contrast to last week&quot;s circumstance, other kids were joking and laughing.
  Because our concentration is concentrated on reviewing the lessons that may be on the exam, students barely speak to one another.
  &quot;Why, what is going on?&quot; I inquire.
  To make room for her, I decreased my pace. W

I yelled at Aiden, &quot;Hey, A! Can you stop singing?! Have pity on us who hear your voice!&quot; I struck him with the fries I am eating as a joke.
  He remarked with a broad grin on his lips, &quot;Hey, Anna, you should be even thrilled to hear my voice.&quot; What he said made me giggle.
  He boldly stated, &quot;A lot of girls want to hear me sing, but I do not give in; you are blessed to hear me perform for free.&quot;
  I pretended to be about to puke because of what he said. Seriously, the more I got to know Aiden, the more I understood he was crazy as well.
  With a sly wince, I murmured to him, &quot;Duh, I am so sick of your voice.&quot;
  He felt it because he knew he had a lovely voice. When we are hanging out together, he always sings. My voice appears to have nothing to do with the beauty of his voice, which is partially true, but I am sick of A&quot;s voice. Lyka and he are both talkative, so I try to avoid them both at all costs. When they are around, I feel like 

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