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Chapter 133: Island
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Around nine to ten o’clock in the morning, just when all of us were already awake and had a pretty good sleep, we decided it would be best if we would inform our parents ahead that we would not be going home but instead, we will be staying another day here in the Exposito villa. Since Mom and Dad had not been in home and for almost two weeks already, and since there were no people inside the house, my twin sister Samantha and I decided to just skip this segment and worry about our parents instead. We walked towards the balcony with each one of us holding a cup of chamomile tea and we both sat on the bench made of limestone. We were facing at each other, staring at one another awkwardly as if we were not twins or siblings in the very least. I took a sip of the chamomile tea from my cup before saying, “How do you think are things going there in the island by now?” I asked to my twin sister, taking in conte
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