"The night had grown dark. Light flashed from many lamps at the night class. The crickets chirped in the oil palm plantation. I sat at the second hall which was darker, and less used. I was overwhelmed with thoughts of failure. Despair loomed over me. My Deputy Senior Prefect (DSP), walked towards me; she knew why I was utterly ...." Bon appétit.

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