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His Side Of The Story[III]
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2024-10-29 19:42:56DYLAN EMERTON.
MONTHS EARLIER.EMERTON MANSION."Morning."I grumble, gliding into an empty chair."Good morning, son."Dad peeps along with mother and Claire, who gawk hard at me.I gape at my food instead, having the appetite of an ape courtesy of the alcohol I had last night.I dozed off in that spot, got up in the middle of the night, and crawled my way to an actual bed.Arose with a heavy hangover. The only reason I'm putting food in my stomach is full-on body weakness."Dylan?"Claire hissed across from the table. My mother and father left moments ago to get set for work. It's just me and her now."What!?"I snarled, slipping on some ketchup on my fries."You look like shit."I snorted under my breath, lifting my head to glare, which only made her chuckle further."I'm glad to amuse you, dear cousin."I whirled my eyes, dipping my head away from hers and back
Crystal OduwaI'll be an alternating between POVs, not so much to get everyone confused but to have a better understanding of each character's thoughts. Enjoy!1
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