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90. Amanda Corbett
“Who are you?” asked an utterly bemused Zia.
Amanda shifted her glance at Gray who was also waiting for whatever answer she had in store. Her eyes swiveled between the two.
“How come you have a picture with our mom’s? Zia asked once more.
Amanda gave them a sweet smile. She put the box on the floor and took the photo. “We were best friends.” She walked past them and settled down on the couch. “We were friends, the four of us, back in high school.” She glanced at them.
Gray and Zia shared a confused glance then they also decided to sit around the table. Zia hopped on the couch, sitting beside Amanda while Gray was on a chair, just beside where Amanda left the box.
“You and Alexandra really look alike in this photo,” said
LeemaWow, a soap opera is about to unfold *sips tea*
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