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I was about to dial her number when two messages from her appeared on my cell phone.
Consultation at 3:30 pm with Dr Lena. Here is Maria
Beatrice.
The signature at the end of the message made me smile. Little did she know, she had already had his number for a long time. To what extent did I know everything I could and she didn't even have my phone number? I was a ready-made joke to that woman, but I didn't care.
— Message from the rat? — Jean's question hit me and I looked up at him, who I didn't even notice coming into my office, giving him my worst bad-tempered look. I wasn't in a time to have to see my family make fun of the situation. - OK! — he made a sign of surrender, as if he read me well. — Dad wants to talk to you. — I got up at the same moment, and worry hit me. - He is
