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... l you anymore!"
Facing Old Sir Simmons, Arnold Simmons stood like a Poplar sapling on parched soil, erect and unyielding, forever unbent.
Yet this very disposition was what Old Sir Simmons hated the most.
Unlike a member of the Simmons Family, yet the most like one.
"If you have nothing else, I’ll be going back first," Arnold’s demeanor was neither servile nor overbearing, his eyes and brows mostly indifferent.
As if he didn’t care about anything at all. < ...
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