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Chapter Twelve
I swallow a lump of unease. I turn my attention somewhere else. But my gaze turns to the door.
"Are you going on a hunger strike?" Mini asks.
"Sippy?" I ask her. I haven't seen her since this morning.
"They're staying in the villa." She says.
"Villa?" I ask, looking at her.
"Your husband's Villa." She answers.
"My husband!" Sadness engulfs me again. I shouldn't say that. I was feeling good while saying it to him. But I'm feeling worse now.
"Are you still thinking over that?" She asks as she runs her fingers in her hair.
"Girls! What's about this?" Pehu wiggles her eyebrows as she shows us her new ocean blue dress
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