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... ve completely missed Alicia’s voice, feeling dizzy and like there was a little bird flying out of his heart, singing around him. So much so that he ignored Osmund’s unsightly expression as he passed by and waved to him, “Dear Osmund, won’t you come and have two bites of hot roasted sweet potatoes?”
His overly intimate tone almost made Osmund vomit on him.
“Is that right, Oswald?” His face showed a slightly innocent smile similar to the other person’s, but his gaze formed a cold c ...
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