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32. Confrontation
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Myra
I stared at Damian with shock and tried to understand if he was joking. But he looked absolutely serious and slightly troubled, if I daresay. I lowered my gaze. “I hope you are not making fun of me,” I muttered, voicing my doubt nonetheless.
“Of course not. Why do you think I gawked at the woman, what was her name? Alex...Alex..”
“Alexandra,” I supplied, feeling unreasonable warmth in my heart as he struggled to remember the name of the person whom he had just met not too long ago. I sighed. “So, what do you see?” I asked and maybe in any other case I would have felt weird, sharing something so odd with someone I hardly knew but somehow I didn’t feel like that.
Damian
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