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A Wound that Never HealsA Wound that Never Heals
โดย: Clarissa Doyle

Chapter 292 Clasp Hands

From the looks of him, the man in the photo should be at least twenty-four or twenty-five years old, not particularly young. Based on Callie's high requirements for the man's age and appearance, this one looked a bit worse than the dozens of people she dated before. It should be said that he was really ordinary. Callie replied with a smirk meme: "Well, I am no longer young. I can't date high school students anyway. "Those little boys cried when I broke up with them. It was too troublesome. This time, I want to change and date an older one." Darlene looked at the man in the photo. It was just a side profile, but the more she looked at it, the more familiar she felt it was. She asked: "What is his name?" Callie immediately became alert: "What do you mean? Are you interested in my man?" Darlene packed up the paintings, left the studio, and went to the bedroom. Callie sent another message over.

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