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I will be there tonight but don't tell her
The next day, Danica woke up feeling desolate. The expanse of the posh room swallowed her. She decided to fill in the void by preparing breakfast. She was bored staying without doing anything and used her time to do all the cooking at different times of the day. This new life seemed doubting to her in the sense that she felt sluggish. Cooking in a place like this could not be compared to the restaurant where she could cook for hundreds of different customers a day. The worse was, no one would give her the answers she craved. Life proceeded as Danica continued to cook under pretense while she waited patiently for the intended parent who never showed up. A week passed and she couldn't take it anymore. She comprehended that the more time it took for her to conceive, the longer she was bound
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