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CHAPTER 40
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2024-10-29 19:42:56February 18th, 2002
Los Angeles, CA
SEBASTIAN
I ran inside my front door with the widest smile on my face.
I'm out of breath, sweaty, and so excited I can't seem to keep my head straight. My driver almost fell on our front lawn from how fast I ran inside the house, but after a quick apology I think he'll forgive me.
"Gloria!" I scream, looking around our living room to see if she's anywhere in sight. The housekeepers are on ladders cleaning the windows, and jump when they hear my voice.
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