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Chapter Eight
how can you do this to me?! You don't care about my happiness at all!" Sam only stared at her weeping sister with a bored expression Just what kind of thing was this? Should it be that this naive girl's obsession was already getting to the crazy stage? Anyway the crowed outside had dispersed so she didn't need to stare here and listen to Emma's sorrowful Juliet retorts With a sigh Sam turned up the stairs to her room leaving behind a distorted Emma on the floor After carefully shutting her door, the girl collapsed heavily on her bed. It was already 6:00 pm, she felt tired from all the day's dilemma. If it wasn't for that scum idol who smells like sugar, a sugar scented idol, a sugar idol....a sugar-doll. Sam felt satisfied with that nickname, it suited the scum well Just because he sm
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