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... urnace, the scorching sun creating layers upon layers of heat waves over the tarred road, leaving it devoid of people.
Nathalie Quinlan dragged her newly packed luggage out of her room.
Before she even descended the stairs, she could hear Ghania’s chattering voice from downstairs.
"Mom and Dad, are Nathalie’s biological parents really coming to pick her up?"
Mr. Quinlan sternly asked her, "Why do you care about that, have you practiced the piano piece you’ll need ...
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