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... would never tell me.
Sometime later, I fell into a hazy sleep. I barely slept well last night, and now I just wanted to catch up on rest.
When I woke up, I found myself not in the car but on a bed. Looking at the surroundings, this was Henry Preston’s room.
I held my forehead, unable to recall how I ended up on the bed. Luckily, Henry came in at that moment and asked, "Had enough sleep? If so, come down to eat. My mom and everyone are waiting for you."
"I’ll get ...
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