“I take it that was your mom?” Alex сказал(-а) as she stepped into the room. Marissa looked up from staring at the floor, having not noticed Alex standing there earlier.
“How’d Ты guess?” Marissa сказал(-а) as she went back to staring at the floor. Alex just shrugged and grabbed the метла that was leaning against the wall. She began to sweep up the broken glass when Marissa quickly got out of her сиденье, место, сиденья to help her.
“Here, it’s my fault, I’ll do it.” Marissa сказал(-а) as she grabbed the dustpan from behind the door.
“No it’s okay, I got it and besides from what I just heard, it sounds like...
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