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Darwin's mansion
Author: Enahoro BHB
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She was obviously wondering how his brother who had just returned from prison could make a friend this beautiful in short notice.

"Do you and my brother have something? I mean he had just returned from prison yesterday and how could he make a friend as cool as you in such short notice?" Clara asked. She didn't know when the words fell out, she didn't even consider if the words would boil down well with Drake.

Drake knew that she asked on purpose, it's always in her nature that she always chastises him.

"Oh wow,he is an ex convict?" Samantha turned staring at him wide-eyed. That had him rather discomforted.

"Oh I see, he didn't tell you?" Clara said pursuing the matter.

"No ,I mean...he didn't..he didn't tell me!" Samantha stammered trying to return to herself,somehow knowing that Drake is an ex convict kind of made her pretty uncomfortable, she hadn't for once thought she would have something to do with an ex convict ever and yes,she even had nothing to do with the ex convict. Why was
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