six.

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We arrived.

The parents' home.

I'm starting to see the big flaw.

The dad is pretty nice but the mom is pretty scary.

Enough to scare you away.

But 3 months isn't going to be wasted as long as my eyes are brown.

They asked me my intentions like my parents asked his, a small dinner warmed up the cold stares of his one overprotective.

By the end of the night, smiles were brought instead of a fight.

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