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Making christopher tea

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Little-angel POV

As I continued with my work, dusting off the paints on the wall, a vivid memory suddenly resurfaced. It took me back to the time when I was cleaning the paintings and had a clumsy encounter with Christopher. I lost my balance on the ladder and ended up falling on him, spilling the bucket of water on both of us. The memory made me blush.

Coincidentally, Willow happened to be passing by. She immediately halted in her tracks and stared at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Mockingbird,"she called out mockingly, sneering instead of using my real name. I couldn't help but wonder where this ridiculous nickname had come from.

It didn't even faze me; Willow was known for her mean-spirited nature, she was always so cruel.

"Why on earth are you calling Mockingbird?" I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of annoyance.

Willow smirked and took pleasure in explaining her choice of nickname. "Oh, Mockingbird," she sneered condescendingly, "I picked that
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