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... aa. That’s no way to speak to the woman who birthed you, clothed you, raised you, taught you how to braid your hair."
"Anyway, I came here for a very, very important stuff."
Brandon blinked, exchanging a confused look with Eira. "Important?"
"I don’t trust her," Eira muttered.
"But if I don’t open the door, she’s going to try climbing through the window next."
With an exaggerated huff, she stood up and walked to the door before opening it. ...
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