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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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