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Aarvi looked at him with a sad pout as he wore his black suit jacket over his t-shirt.
“Do you need to go?” She asked, she did not have a nice feeling about all this. He had never been out this late before.
“It's Neal, he needs my help with something, I have to go, we have the pitch tomorrow, Adaa,” he said in a serious tone. He had left everything to her, but he could still sense the doubt in her voice sometimes.
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