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... them anything.

But the situation was different. He didn't just leave, he actually died. It wasn't something he was able to control, and besides, they were adults now. An exaggerated reaction like that just wouldn't happen.

When he met them again and realized they knew he was Alexander, he once again thought he'd get nagged, but he was wrong again.

Their expressions said nothing about admonishments, and their behavior was as if they'd come to an agreement about something ...

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