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... there, I tried my best to keep a straight face, I really did. You might be wondering why I was so unnerved. No, it wasn’t because I was afraid of meeting my own uncle, rather, the problem lies on the other side of my coin.
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Feyt was dying. Almost, at least.
I had run two laps around the estate’s garden, and I believed someone switched my legs with jello halfway through. Two laps might not sound like much, but with a garden the size of a small town? I was lucky my legs di ...
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