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Chapter One hundred and twenty three

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LEAH'S POV

Knock! Knock!

I tapped on Sophie's door gently. No response.

I tapped gently. Again.

Still no response. Then I pushed the door and walked in. I could hear her in the shower, singing at the top of her voice.

I couldn't help smiling. I love a peaceful and happy family. I sat on the bed. Waiting for her to finish. I took that moment to admire her room.

I love the details of her room. Purple girlies will go the extra length to look purple. Her room is beautiful. I'm jealous. But I don
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