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I hate her

I'll throw it later.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I looked down and didn't look at him.

I took a step back and looked at her in the mirror.

I walked over, took out the photo from the frame, carefully recalled some, and finally put it back in the frame.

They chatted for a few more moments, and all this in the living room, in my opinion, undoubtedly indicated four words - none of my business.

Something seemed to be said, the living room was a happy place, and I went to the kitchen just in time to see Monica smiling and leaning into the strange man's arms.

I promise I'll throw it.

"Zephyrine."

After Monica left, the house was instantly quiet, even the sound of her father's slippers as he walked back seemed very clear.

The little frog in the advert suddenly opened its mouth wide and squirted a huge, unbelievable candy out of it, and the children around it cheered.

After thinking about it for a long time, I ended up finding normal tops, changing into jeans, and washing up
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