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“Ary, you are back,” Jenna beamed when she saw them coming in. She pulled Ary in for a hug.
“Now come, have your dinner. I am sure you haven’t eaten anything all day,” In just a couple of months, Jenna had figured a lot about her.
Mr. Robert, Ara, and Angela followed Jenna.
“Umm..Where is he?” she asked cautiously as they entered the kitchen
“He has gone out,” Jenna answered dismissively
“You three sit down, I’ll bring the food,” Jenna or
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