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Chapter 50
Olive's POV I grew up as an only child which meant I didn't really have the luxury of being an actual child who had friends, coupled with my parents jobs when I was younger, the chances of me having a social life were zero to none. Ron was sort of my only friend. Which means I was sort of glad when I realized he was my mate. No. Not glad. I was freaking on cloud nine at that point. Ron was everything I wanted. Constant, good-looking and well, a friend. It simply meant that I was lucky enough to have a mate whom I knew before not some stranger shoved in your face out of the blue. This backstory brings me to the point I was in now. A bawling lady holding a pink handkerchief in a death grip while narrating her story through sniffles to me. Just what I needed to start my morning. After
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