The Gala of Lies: A Paternity Unveiled

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as for Le

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ano, flushed with victory,

, should have been

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towards the small stage, ready to

ut through the room,

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r of the room, Damien a

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t Leo. About hi

ugh the crowd. I felt

placing a supportive h

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d, her arm sweeping towards hi

t, casting looks of scorn my way. Damien' s friends, a coll

ackled wit

en, their faces alight wi

tly still, my exp

years of her deceptions, was counterbalanc

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