SIXTY THREE. SLOWLY

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The smell of chicken soup made Riley even more hungry and drooling. “I should have been more graceful. It was my first time coming here, and I asked for food. I'm really ashamed of myself." "It's ok. You don't need to act elegant here. Eat if you're hungry. I'm sure Roberto won't mind at all." Just as they entered the kitchen, Doctor Roberto greeted them with a happy face. "Ah, you guys are finally here. I was just about to call you. The soup will get cold if you don't eat it now." Doctor Roberto was standing by the table and placing two bowls on a simple wooden table whose surface had been scratched in several places. The table was like Roberto's figure. Even though he was old, Roberto remained strong and maintained his existence well. "Sorry we troubled you." "Just relax. I'm happ

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