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Oliver has undoubtedly grown these past few years. He looks even less like an omega now. He's a little taller and thicker and his features more masculine. I don't understand how I like him so much, but for all that is holy in this world, I want nothing more than to lick him all over, like I have before. I crave him. "God, I need a drink. Where's the booze?" he asks as he reaches us, dropping the backpacks he was carrying on the floor. He walks past me like I don't exist, straight to Carolina to hug her tightly, lifting her off the floor and twirling her around several times, "Happy birthday, sis. I love you." "Love you too, little guy," Carolina kisses his cheek before releasing him and when I tear my eyes away from them, I can feel the jealous vibes Clara is venting. "Hey, he love
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