"What is it?" I perked up, eagerly waiting for Queenie to point me in the right direction."Luna Lawson."Me?I looked at her in confusion. Her face, reddened by the sun, had a mischievous smile. "Yes, there's only one Luna Lawson in the world. Isn't that unique enough?"This damn woman…She was playing with fire here.My face turned red with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation as I suddenly realized what she meant. I tickled her and said, "I'm not an object, you are. Queenie, are you asking for trouble?"I shouldn't have trusted her. Nothing good came from her mouth. She was just deliberately teasing me."Yes, you're not an object, I am. Stop it already. But aren't I right? If you can't find a suitable gift, just book a hotel room. I'll help you decorate it, wrap you up, and put you on the bed. Mr. White would definitely be overjoyed. He won't get enough of you.""Stop that. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll skin you alive and feed you to the sharks."Although I knew
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