Amelie's POV. The air outside the house was getting colder, there were only a few people walking around here, perhaps because they had something important that couldn't be postponed. Including me. Um, wait, am I included? Yes, maybe. I had to deliver this chicken soup to Don and Jackson before it got cold, even though I could have reheated it. Jackson never took me into his house, maybe this was also my mistake in asking Jackson to guess the contents of the lunch box I brought. Now I'm cold. "Oh my, Amelie, do you still remember that?" I nodded my head, how could I forget? Don just said that a few days ago. "May I come in?" I asked. "Of course," said Jackson, then opened the door to his house wider. Without waiting long, I, who was almost shivering outside, immediately entered Jackson's house. As before, I saw Don sitting in a rickety chair which was probably his favorite. I approached him, then sat down on the sofa which also felt hard. Don noticed me this time, from the loo
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