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Outside the door stood a young woman—
Her curly hair rested on her shoulders, her makeup was understated, she was tall, wearing a caramel-colored sweater on top and a simple pair of jeans below.
In her hand was a fruit basket filled with an assortment of fruits.
Aunt May glanced at it briefly, furrowing her brows slightly, struggling to recall.
"Lana? Which Lana are you? Are you one of my patients?" Aunt May asked in confusion.
"It’s normal if A ...
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