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CHAPTER 43
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2021-05-02 14:41:15A part of me thinks that I must be hallucinating.
What are the odds that Garrett Harrison would happen to be attending this function and I wouldn't know about it? And it isn't just some random drop-by; his tux says otherwise.
"Mr. Harrison. What are you doing here?"
He smiles, similar to the way he would smile at me months before. But now, it doesn't look too genuine in my eyes.
"Why, I wanted to surprise everyone with my appearance. I came a little late, but it's the thought that counts, correct?"
I manage a laugh. "Yes, yes, I suppose. I just...I'm just shocked to see you. I feel as if it's been so long."
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