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Holding his hand, we walked to the end of the west wing, to his room. Our prior problems seem to disappear as my shock continues to block my thought process. One thing came to mind as I realized the true reason I followed him here, a person named Sam. "Who's Sam?" I asked him without reminding myself that I had actually known this by snooping on his phone. He looked at me stunned. Upon realization, I was surprised too and tried to take back the question. "No, no, it's okay. Never mind what I said." I bit my lip. Sh*t. He smiled as if he was expecting this. "It was Alexandro. Alexandro Samon Buenaventura is his full name but I call him Sam when he's not a jerk." He told me. With how he lined his lips to a side smile, I knew he thought of what I initially thought seeing that message on his
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