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α β five minutes ago. β
α π¬lhaitham crossed his arms, side-eyeing the sleeping beauty. he sighed, turned around and approached the kitchen counter.
α β you visited a tavern again ? what did you drink to have such a hangover this time ? β
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α last time he admitted to it instantly. why would he lie this time ?
α there's still wine, he can have some instead. or he wants to borrow money from him to get some ? not like it didn't happen before.
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α β it isn't an answer to my question. what is inside ? β
α he gave the other a stern look. the silence only confirmed it was what he exactly knew it was.
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α hmpf .
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α β a medicine ? well, then it wouldn't hurt if I took a sip ... β
α he moved the cup closer to his brims, eyes focused on the other. he wanted to see his reaction.
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α drama will start in 3 ... 2 ... 1
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α he's very possessive about things he keeps in πππ fridge. why would he drink beer when he still has his wine ?
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