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The girl bit her lower lip, thinking hard. Until she reread the note on the back of the photo. Ah! Casino. She could look for her mother at the casino.
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Jenny-June's eyebrows raised, then she stared at the photo more deeply. Why did her father keep this photo on this page? Previously, he always arranged them by year. The girl pursed her lips, trying to find out but she couldn't find the answer.
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Karena kerjaku itu ikut-ikutin temen, jadi mau ikutan.
- like if you think I'm nice
- rt if I'm one of ur fav moots
- reply if u think I'm friendly
- vote if u have/had a crush on me
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Ahma's forehead creased as she heard the name I mentioned. She seemed to think hard, "Adam? Darriel Adam? What business does his family have?"
I licked my dry lips, "Construction in LA."
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I looked down, staring at the tips of my shoes and the velvet carpet. Sweat started to dampen my temples even though the cold air from the air conditioner pierced my skin.
"Lara, look at me."
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Darriel's grip on my shoulder tightened. I felt like my arm was going to break because of it. I bit my lip, trying not to groan or cry.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
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I bit my lip, "I ... I never said anything because ... he did it because of my mistakes. I was at fault. I shouldn’t have made him angry. I shouldn’t have disobeyed. It’s my fault. I’m sorry ...."
Kadir's grip tightened, "Lara ...."
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