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... into silence. Only the sound of dripping liquid from the tip of neatly styled hair to the expensive fabric below could be heard for a few seconds until the youngest son stood up harshly.
"Mom!" The third son immediately ran to her drenched mother while the third daughter glared at Sarah.
"Y-you bitch! What are you doing?!"
"Ah, my hand slipped..."
Sarah made an unapologetic ’oops’ face, still holding the wine glass and staring at it as if she regretted not filling ...
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