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Lia, Denise, and Louise sat around a quaint table at their favorite lunch spot, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the chatter of other diners. As they perused the menu, Lia couldn't shake the memory of her encounter with the mischievous little boy, Carl, at Matthews Mansion. "So, spill it, Lia. What's got you looking like you just saw a ghost?" Louise teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he sipped his latte. Lia chuckled, shaking her head at Louise's antics. "You won't believe it, but I ran into Carl at Matthew's party last night," she began, her voice tinged with disbelief. Denise raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Carl? As in, the little troublemaker from the seminar?" she asked, her tone laced with incredulity. Lia nodded, her brow furrowing with confusion. "Exactly. I have no idea what he was doing there, but it was definitely weird," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Louise leaned in, a mischievo