“I take it that was your mom?” Alex detto as she stepped into the room. Marissa looked up from staring at the floor, having not noticed Alex standing there earlier.
“How’d te guess?” Marissa detto as she went back to staring at the floor. Alex just shrugged and grabbed the scopa that was leaning against the wall. She began to sweep up the broken glass when Marissa quickly got out of her sede, sedile to help her.
“Here, it’s my fault, I’ll do it.” Marissa detto as she grabbed the dustpan from behind the door.
“No it’s okay, I got it and besides from what I just heard, it sounds like...
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