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7.Foolish Payback
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Celia
"You don't know. She is a loner. No friends other than Lillian. Never goes for outing, clubbing and has not dated a guy in 3 years. I think she has some attitude problems. She won't even answer any queries. Always stares at those babies in incubators. She is odd. Garrett knows a little about her. He says that she lost her entire family because of which she is facing some mental illness and trauma too. At first, I used to think that she is mute. And she absolutely has zero sense of fashion and style. I mean, have you looked at the rags she wears? They are totally………."
I've been hearing these appreciations and praises thrown up on me like for ages. Either they would've thought I wasn't there or they won't care even if I listen. Either way, I don't give a shit. By the way, Lillian is fuming I guess I've to stop her from ripping someone's head.
"What the hell do they know about you?" She yelled when I grab
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