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2024-11-07 12:33:55Moreau blinked for a moment, almost unconsciously making a huffing sound.
"What did you make that cake for?" She even had to lose control when she finally asked the question. "It's Abi's birthday tomorrow. He didn't want a party, so I took the initiative to just give him a cake." That was quite a surprise. Moreau had received no hint of anything important from her stepfather. There was nothing conspicuous or she understood a little if it turned out that Abihirt did not have an enthusiastic attitude about tomorrow. "How old is he, if I may know?" asked Moreau just to make sure about some of the things she had outlined as conclusions. Maybe something was wrong, or it was just never the right guess. "33. Why?" Apparently it was supposed to be like that. She hadn't guessed wrong. It was also Barbara's birthday in a few months, so it was a reasonable calculation. "No, it's not. Just curious." Moreau thinned her lips unconsciously after say
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"It's getting late. Better get some sleep. I'm going to take a shower." Indeed, on the subject of water. Moreau should underline that the events of the day did not take too long. During the night, the flow had been very strong; just as in the morning, Abihirt had also used the hose to bathe Chicao. The man was now—no, just now—touching Barbara to give her a hint. "Why go straight to the room? Don't you want to eat your birthday cake first?" Her mother's question made Moreau hold her breath. It was instinctive, not caused by anything else. What was quite relevant could perhaps be related to Abihirt's current attitude. "I'll it that tomorrow." The man added as he walked away. Too cold to leave everyone almost transfixed, but also not trying to prevent. "I already told you. Aside from not liking parties, Abi is not interested in being surprised at all. You saw his expression earlier. You'd better disperse." Roger expressed such a statement as
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