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25.
"The pasta is amazing Mrs Patter..." his mother glares at me when clearing my throat, I cough out, "I mean, Megan. I love it." She smiles as Talon, who is sitting across me, and grins. I roll my eyes at him. "Thanks, dear. I asked the chef to cook something unhealthy because I was too bored of eating healthy all week." She giggles as I smile. "Not for me." His dad pipes in. "We have a match coming up. Coach wants us to be fit and healthy." "Mr Patterson," I say. "I can't believe you still play. It's outstanding." "Thank you, Amara." I notice Talon glares at his father and coughs. "Yes, son?" "Her name is Tamara and only I call her Amara." He declares, authoritatively while his parents chuckle. I narrow down my gaze at him and then look away, blushingly. "Ya ya, whatever you sa
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