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Oliver pov:
As I looked at the photos, I couldn't help but laugh. Sebastian was howling with laughter too.
"God, baby. This is so funny," he said between fits of giggles.
I nodded in agreement, but deep down, I was seething. It felt like everyone else was happy and carefree while I was left out in the cold. My parents didn't even seem to be looking for me. How could they forget about their own child?
To make matters worse, I had just witnessed Steve propose to Jeremy, and my parents were actually happy about it. I couldn't stand to see them all enjoying themselves while I was feeling so alone and angry.
At that moment, I couldn't stand to see them all enjoying themselves while I was feeling so isolated and angry. I felt like no one understood me, and that my own family had abandoned me in my time of need.
Sebastian's voice broke through the
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