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... suddenly became quiet again, as if returning to its former peaceful beauty, even the "tomato blood" that Michelle Monroe had spat onto the ground was cleaned spotlessly.
Ivana Monroe felt like she was under an illusion, as if Michelle Monroe had never done that at all.
Ivana quietly walked into the old man’s room. He was sitting on the bed, not asleep, playing aeroplane chess with Timmy.
"Wow~ Great-grandfather, you won! You’re amazing!"
The old man’s aged fingers ...
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