If it’s not them who can, then who?
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-September 25: Friday-
Eric woke up an hour earlier that his alarm clock. Once the clock rang, he turned it off and continued wiping his wet hair, just fresh from his morning bath. Seeing that it’s only 4:00 a.m., his dark room and dim light coming from the window made it look like it’s only night.
Currently sitting on his pure white bed, he reached out for his laptop and put it in front of him, sitting with his legs crossed. While his left hand is busy wiping his hair, his right is busy typing on his laptop, operating it like having a single hand is not a problem at all.
“It’s 25th again, huh?” he muttered, looking at the calendar he opened. Shaking his head, he closed the tab and opened one of his folders, then opened his file entitled ‘RES
