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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.
LeemaPoor Sarah, she kept hearing about Sasha not knowing this woman really is. Welp, wait until Gray gets out of the hospital I guess....if she ever gets out alive *evil thriller-novel-loving grin*
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