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“I…” Purple Summers’s face turned slightly red as she looked down and said softly, “I might be a little carsick.”
Alexander Summers told the driver in front to drive more steadily.
Feeling embarrassed, Purple Summers hurriedly said, “Don’t trouble him; it’s a traffic jam now, with starts and stops—inevitable…”
Besides, she wasn’t really carsick.
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It was the evening rush hour, a time when school lets out and people leave work. Even someone of Damian ...
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