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52. Here for me
I gave a small smile, passing an acknowledging nod. Thomas and Steven gave each other a quick greeting, before my step-brother turned his attention back to me.
“Help you with what?” he narrowed his eyebrows at me with unhidden curiosity.
We never had a real talk. He had no idea what I liked or what was happening in my life. We were just like distant neighbors, forced to sometimes dine together with father and Tina.
“There is one girl, Olivia. You surely know her--curly brown hair, glasses… geek-ish?” I described her with my lips lifted at the corners.
“Maybe I have seen her. What about her?” Steven questioned.
“You have connections. Can you dig some information about her…please,” I looked at him with pleading eyes. I cou
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