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CHAPTER 40- Priya Says The Thing

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-23 18:05:29

You are doing the face, Priya said.

I am not doing a face.

You are absolutely doing the face. The managing

face. I have known that face for eleven years. You did

that exact face at university when you found out

about the thing with Daniel, do you remember, you

went and made everyone tea and rearranged the

entire kitchen and did not cry for nine days, and then

cried, if memory serves, for about two.

They were in Priya's kitchen, which was small and

loud and the precise opposite of Olivia's flat,
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