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He shrugged shooting me a smirk, “I’ll be back in shape for the sequel.”
He devoured a second spoon turning to me, “back to Miss Ariel-Cinderella,” he smirked, “isn’t it weird she ran? Like, I don’t know…” he trailed off, “some sort of criminal? Then she disappeared into thin air like a ghost, I mean no one saw her, or even knows who she might be,” he scoffed devouring another scoop, “she definitely got some sort of ninja skill.”
“How is it,” I began feeling a tad bit ticked off, “that all three hundred guests we had, absolutely no one saw her? What about the ccctv camera’s?”
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