CHAPTER THIRTY TWO ART GALLERY

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  DAHILA   Must he remind me of that jerk? Why are so many people asking me about him these days? The other day, my mom won't stop talking about her son in law, guess who the son in law is...the so called Davis Scott.   "I guess it's still bad," he giggled, "Don't worry, you will get used to him. It's just that he's so childish sometimes but cut him some slack,"   Cut him some slack. Does he know how much slack I've cut out for his sake? He has no idea but of course, I need to smile through this conversation like it doesn't bother me.   "Sure, we're a couple anyway," I said as the car sped into Grandma Scott's parking lot.   He helped me unhook my seat belt and came down from the car, I was already opening the car door to get out before he helped me with the door, "You should let me

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