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Caroline looked at the gloves in her hand as she smiled proudly at her creations. They were only inferior rarity and didn’t offer any stats or anything. But it did give her plenty of experience to her profession. "Oh, those are nice. Made for a certain someone, eh?" Turning her head, she saw Joanna taking a seat, the premier tailor and the one who had taught her a lot of the techniques she currently used. Caroline jokingly hit Joanna on the shoulder, reprimanding her. "Stop it… I just thought he needed some gloves, you know?" She laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, I am supporting you one hundred percent! You and Jacob are so cute together; it reminds me of when I first met Mike…" Her bright smile dropped toward the end. "Joanna, we don’t know what happened to everyone else," Caroline said,

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