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... to go into his room.
But honestly, until now, I don’t know where David’s room is, either on the 2nd floor or the 1st floor, because I didn’t ask him about it either.
Mr. Henderson and I are preparing dinner for an upcoming guest.
Mr. Henderson said his brother would be right there for dinner.
“Aren’t you tired?” Mr. Henderson asked me as he sprinkled some grated cheese on top of the brownie.
“No, I’d like to help you finish preparing dinner tonight,” I rep ...
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