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His past
Kent "I mean, sure but what happened? Why did you leave home? Is something wrong?" She expressed her concerns. I sat on the comfortable sofa, knowing I had no choice but to feed her on every detail that could convince her to take me in. "So, you have met my wife." I was surely not going to be proud of myself after saying this to Mary but it seemed like the best thing to do. "Yeah?" She narrowed her eyes, sitting beside me. It was then I noticed that she was in a black, tank, crop top and matching pair of mini shorts. The shorts were almost invisible when she sat but I concentrated on her face rather than this piece of information. "She kicked me out of the house." I laughed sarcastically after saying the words, realizing how stupid it sounded. "What?" She gasped, "how? Why would she
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