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... y.” Chale Cheney quickly apologized.
The corridor was slightly dim, with the man’s head lowered, gaze falling on the little one.
His hands were in the pockets of his coat. His face wore a gloomy expression, with a faint trace of sarcasm tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Seeing Uncle not talking to him, Chale Cheney looked up.
He saw…it was-
Uncle Fern!
In Lonton, he had seen his uncle a few times. He didn’t remember much, but he recognized him. ...
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