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My Future Homemaker
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Neither of us had classes today, so after eating, I accompanied him back to his place. Initially, I thought he was staying in a hotel, but it turned out to be a very old and small roadside motel. I suggested he go ahead inside while I parked the car, planning to join him shortly afterward. However, when I entered the lobby of the motel, there wasn't a soul in sight. Fortunately, he had given me the room number before heading in, so I proceeded straight to it.His room happened to be located in the most remote corner of the motel premises. As I approached, my gaze caught sight of an unexpected scene: a short, stout, bald-headed man standing by Neil's room window, his gaze fixed intently on whatever was transpiring within. Reacting swiftly, I strode up beside him, feeling a surge of anger rising within me. I grasped his collar firmly, forcefully pulling him aside, and then peered through the gap he had been using to spy, where it was clear that Neil was changing clothes.To avoid alarmi
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