My Own Seat : Part 16
"Where have you been?" Leona demanded, looking at Alex. He had insisted in coming inside with me to introduce himself. "His house," I gestured towards Alex. She sighed. "You've always been like this.
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"Where have you been?" Leona demanded, looking at Alex. He had insisted in coming inside with me to introduce himself. "His house," I gestured towards Alex. She sighed. "You've always been like this.
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