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CHAPTER 31
BLAIR’S POV. (AT THE PACKHOUSE) "What is the problem, child?” Mrs. Brown asked while I was washing the dishes at the pack house. Their scent still lingered in the kitchen, making it hard not to think of them. “Nothing,” I replied, shaking my head frantically. “Are you sure? You have been gazing into nothingness, also you have been washing the same plates for over five minutes,” Mrs. Brown said, lifting her brows towards the plate. “Huh...nothing…I’m fine,” I answered, rinsing off the plates. “Okay, but if you need someone to talk to, I am here for you,” Mrs. Brown said. I nodded. “Thank you,” I said. I wondered if it was safe to talk to Mrs. Brown about it, especially now that it had become increasingly hard for me to trust people who were not secretly against me. But Mrs. Brown wa
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