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80. Good Morning
When Zia Scott stared at Gray’s mysterious grin, her vision once again began to be distorted like an optical illusion. She already knew the drill. She would be brought to another setting again.
She was back in Gray’s apartment. It was after dinner. Gray was washing the used dishes as per routine, while she was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
On her way out she said, “Do you think he’s still awake?”
Gray glanced at her. “Who?”
“Edward.”
“Probably asleep. You know he doesn’t stay up too late.”
“I wanna talk to him.”
“Why?”
Zia went back to the living room and turned off tv. “I sti
LeemaAnd since a new year will arise tomorrow, you can also expect "new" scenes for my next update *nods nods* And yes, I don't know why, but I love puns hahaha. Speaking of~ Happy new year, folks! I'll go obtain the last course of my holiday weight and gobble up some meat. Ciao~ Edit: February 14, 2022; I deeply apologize that I was unable to bring you new chapters this year. Something happened. Well, college happened. I didn't know this semester would drag my feet halfway to the grave *facepalm* I'll try to be back as soon as I can but that might take me another month. Please be patient with me *cries in corner*
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“Good morning.” “Is this another dream?” blurted Zia Scott as she reached her tiny hand out to lightly squeeze Edward Bartlett’s cheek, who was kneeling on the floor beside the couch where she was lying. “Hmm?” uttered Edward. “Are you still feeling sleepy, Sophia? You can sleep more if you want.” “What?!” Zia abruptly sat up and scanned the surroundings. “Gray’s apartment? Why am I here?” “You said you wanted to come with me and get your aunt Gray’s stuff, but you fell asleep in the car so I carried you here so you can properly lie down,” said Edward as he stood and walked to the kitchen. “So, this is reality?” mumbled Zia to herself as she palmed her face. “Man, that was a long dream.”
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Till Time Do Us Part 83. Visit
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Till Time Do Us Part 84. Phone
Azriel Stewart continued searching for his phone under the bed. “So, you’re actually a twin?” uttered Sarah Lewis as she approached him. “That’s so cute.” He turned to face her with annoyance flitted across his face. “Yes, I am,” he said. “And no, it’s not.” He stood up from squatting down the floor. “What about you?” “Yes?” she confusedly asked. “What about me?” “You have an uncanny resemblance to Sasha Neuman. Are you a twin, too?” he dryly asked. Gray, on the other hand, who was secretly listening in on their conversation with her eyes shut could not help but flinch her face in irritation. “Shut your mouth, Az!” she thought to herself.
Till Time Do Us Part 85. Awkwardness
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Till Time Do Us Part 86. Caviar
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Till Time Do Us Part 87. Intruder
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Till Time Do Us Part 88. Discharged
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