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Chapter Twenty-Two
The little excitement she had felt at seeing him deflated like a balloon slowly losing air. There was no reason for him to be there, since had had already checked up on them the day before, but there he was; standing tall and angry when he had no reason to be. There was a long pause that dragged on like a pregnant woman crossing an empty street as Ophelia tried to reason about why he was angry. Was it the porridge that she didn't tasted? But she had to sacrifice it for aunt Florence. Was it the credit for the cooking she took? Well, that was a little issue that could surely be overlooked. And how did he know anyways? Ophelia snapped back to reality and realized she had been staring blankly at Seth like an i***t. She also remembered that he had asked her a question. "We went to the park.
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