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Tracia's POV
I was all alone in the dimly lit room, with all my attention caught by a dancing choreography competition displayed on the 45-inch TV hung on the wall opposite Mia's giant bed.
"Oh, ouch," I giggle and chuckle when one of the participants slips and falls on her a*s, which leads to her disqualification. "Ahh, ahh! They tried," I commended the poor, innocent lady and her team; they must've spent all their time and energy to get to that stage just to make a mistake and slip to be disqualified.
As I focused my cool gaze on the show, with a well-designed paper bag filled with milky popcorn placed in between my thighs, and a chilled bottle of orange juice lay innocently on the small wooden table beside me, Beside it was my smartphone, which I neglected ever since the program k
