The American
Grace says, placing a plate of French toast with syrup and raspberries.
“I do, thank you so much,” I say, smiling at the yummy breakfast in front of me.
“You are welcome, and tell me, dear, where are you from? You might be dark-skinned, but you don’t have a black American accent,” Grace says, probably trying to make some talk with me, which I don’t mind because she seems very friendly. I am about to answer her when Ethan beats me to it
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