HIDDEN EDGES
the last lady says, and my heart skips a beat at the mention of my last name.
This has to be the first time I'll meet someone who shares the same surname as me. She's slim and of average height. I should probably be the same height as her or taller by an inch, probably.
"Kurt, Fred, Vincent, Zara, Keisha, Imelda and Celine," I repeat all the names, and they look at me surprised that I remembered it all, making me smile inwardly, praising myself a little, "It's nice to meet you all." They all bow slightly and sit back down.
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