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Abihirt approached and indirectly gave Moreau a feeling of tension. She held the air in her chest cavity feeling her stepfather's breath so close. The gray spotlight was glued to the level neck, including the reddish marks of a few days ago that had disappeared.
Moreau did not find the slightest clue as to what Abihirt was up to. The man's face slowly almost touched her shoulder line, but they were suddenly startled by Barbara's voice from the direction of the door. "Moreau, did Abi come to your room?" It took a moment to respond to the woman's question, Moreau blinked and immediately looked at her stepfather worriedly. "Hurry up and hide." She wanted to push Abihirt's body away, but the pure reaction of her hands moving simply tied the bathrobe. It felt important to come face to face with Barbara immediately.<
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