A scoundrel

Contacting him like that, Zechariah Gonzalez hurriedly shook his head, "Not curious not curious, I'm not curious at all if you spill your guts to your aunt."

"It's like this every day." The nurse said, "She won't go out even if she's told to go around, she just sits by the bed all day and doesn't eat. By the way, she's been chanting a name since she came in, Demetrius, isn't that you?"

It was drizzling outside after the evening study session, and as far as I could see, it was foggy.

When Demetrius sat at the table to do his homework, he would play inside the living room, and when he was really bored, he would jump on the table and stretch out his paw and pat Demetrius' hand, trying to get him to play with him.

The rain curtain, the black car quietly parked next to the trees, from the rain on the car, has stopped for a while.

"Nothing, it's just that she seems to be going through early menopause and she dislikes me at every turn." Zechariah Gonzalez

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