Hiding His Son

issipating at the moment that Jaz grins. There were three of us, and we sat down to eat together. We do not participate in conversation when we are eating each other's food. It is my

o divert my focus away from the individual. "Do you not believe that your father is a guy who is conceited and conceited of himself? When I was ruffling Jaz's hair, I made a joke and said, "It's a good thing you didn't inherit." I was joking about an inheritance. I was ruffling her hair for a moment at that moment. After he had finished laughing, Kirob answered by shaking his head in response. We experienced a gradual reduction in the level of stress that had been there between the two of us as time progressed. I thought back to the periods when Kirob and I were in a love connection when we were younger. I recalled the times when we were in that relationship. Whenever he instructs me on how to cook, we have the opportunity to spend time together performing tasks, and we also have moments of bonding. In addition, he cooks meals for me, and we both enjoy the experience of preparing meals together. Even if our memories are nearly flawless, we still regard them to be little more than recollections rather than actual experiences. When we were younger, we had a lot of fun. Sammy, my dearest friend, do you think you'll be okay? You have been acting like an idiot for a substantial length of time now due to the fact that you are not moving your meals. This behavior has been bothering you for quite some time. In an instant, Kirob brought to my notice the fact that Jaz was located on the upper floor and that he was going to take a shower before proceeding to the next step up the

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n. I'm sorry,"

here? Why are you also n-s

crying, Sammy. I can't see a woman crying. I won't interfere, and I won't be pushing you to tell the reason. Let's go, I will drive you home. I'll

ssing, and you've seen me li

way from her, Ed. I'll take Samm

lled my waist and brought me closer to him. He hugged me and presented me to him. His palm was

mmy cry? If that's your business, you're really rich. It seems like you'

even interfere because you really don't know anything, right?

ment, so I fell into his chest. I can't bear to look at him. Feeling sick. The pain of what he said earlier

ack together to build our family, but it seems difficult, or maybe not. I was also very weak, and I thought I was strong. I thou