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2024-10-23 12:32:23There was a long pause, making Moreau think that the situation might have been in her favor. She would use whatever Froy's reaction was as a basis to simply study the irony between them.
Unfortunately, there was still another irony, one that left things uncertain as Froy clucked lazily, as if wanting to vent about a choice Moreau had made and the man had not agreed to face. "You don't want us to be friends because you're afraid you won't get over me." Froy always echoed similar words as the most influential opinion, but it was not. There was a validity that had been so obvious as to be merely a source of knowledge. However, Moreau could not possibly elaborate. It would be useless. It wouldn't change Froy's mindset. She took a harsh breath feeling that their chance to talk was over, never knowing that Froy would suddenly pull her up and carry their bodies into the pool. The sound of splashing water was an inevitable clue. Cold instantly became a rush o
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