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... nsisted on this treat. Otherwise, I would have missed out on such great food.”


“Thank you, sir. I’m glad you liked it”, Nana smiled.


“Liked? I loved it!”, he exclaimed.


Nana just slightly raised her brows. His enthusiasm seemed a little familiar.


“And please don’t call me sir. Call me uncle. Sir sounds too distant.”, He said sulkily.


Her eyes twitched.


Then he widened his eyes as if struck with great thought.


“By any chance…ar ...

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