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... sage, Viola Thompson made a video call.
"Viola, dear!"
Seeing her beloved daughter, Mary Perryne’s face was filled with a kind smile.
"Mom."
It was eight in the morning for Viola, and the sunlight was just shining in through the car window, casting a shallow layer of gold on her, "I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Mary asked.
Viola continued, "Something came up here, and I won’t be able to come back on Monday."
I won’t be back! < ...
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