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CHAPTER 48
Flimsy pages of the newspaper rustled between Joseph’s fingers when a whirl caught his attention, procrastinating Donald Trump’s latest announcement. There she comes, climbing down the buggy with a smile brighter than the sun.
The only agenda in their planner is to spend the day in the mansion, starting off with the PlayStation in Mike’s room. Sarah was unbeatable back in school but now she lost touch. After the third game, she was left with no choice but to sit on Mike’s lap to distract him. Before he could regain his view of the screen, Sarah had already won the game.
Sarah even cooked a few simple dishes for Joseph, along with the regular buffet but in the end, they all fought for a bite of her cooking.
It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Sarah and
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