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Virgil could see into the future but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change a single thing.
To catch a glimpse of the future, that was a gift. But to be unable to change it? That was torture.
So when Virgil walked down the street of Fifth Avenue and caught a glimpse of the tall man in the wine red pants and fine fitting shirt, he saw the future flash in a second. He looked at the man and a single thought conjured up in his mind: You are going to hurt me some day.
He plastered a smile on his face and introduced himself to Roman Alvarez.
thanks, i hate it
but also love it
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