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... red at me as if I was asking something wrong.
As we walked through one of the mansion’s hallways still in ruins, I inwardly murmured, ’Well, it’s understandable.’
Occasionally, I kept probing her regarding the day’s time and date.
"First of July..." She succinctly replied.
"How about the year?" I asked, prompting her to suspiciously glare at me with a frown on her face.
It’s the kind of look that query, ’Did he truly hit his head too hard?’
"...?" ...
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