Wrong

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3:29 pm, silver hair gently flowed in the light breeze of spring. Attention elsewhere, he tried to focus on the faint sounds in the background. Lessons were nearly over, but the professor continued his repetitive lecture. 

Pushing out the croaky voice of the professor and the slight mumbles from the students, Killua listened intently....

Something wasn't right.



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