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Gilda’s singing was excellent. Her clear voice soared effortlessly. Perhaps thanks to her gentle melody, the gang members drank more quietly than before.
Giselle asked if Grace was my lover.
I hesitated before answering. Of course, it wasn’t because Grace was actually my lover.
But calling Grace my lover... it seemed like it would help me keep some distance from Giselle.
"Grace is my..."
I spoke while watching Giselle. She was run ...
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