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LXVII. The Paulssons
It always amazes Essi on how fast can Geovensia receive any news to people that matter to Essi. And with Geovensia's help, Essi felt at ease to confirm that Gwyneth was not deliberately avoiding her. It doesn't matter now if she cannot hear anything from Oneil yet. Essi cannot contain her excitement to let her young friend know that she earned another friend in the person who seemed impossible to begin an understanding relationship. She decided to phone Geovensia about it but there was no response.
"But it is still lunch time now in Bordeaux. I wonder if she is busy." Essi is puzzled to find out that Geovensia is actively online in other social media platforms. Just when she would drop a message, the green glint falls off from Geovensia's display profile. Her message is marked delivered and read by Geovensia and still, there was no response. But she cannot resort on thinking wrong about her since it was Essi's hobby to avoid other people's messages even after a tight protoco
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