Chapter 67
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Updated : Jan 6th, 2021
"I wouldn't doubt it." Abe narrowed his eyes at me, making me roll my in response. "Oh mio Dio! Cibo americano!" Andre and Tate exclaimed, coming up with a bunch of Twinkies.
"Twinkies?" I questioned, "They're not very good in my opinion. Definitely put to higher expectations then what they are." "Americani ingrati." Seb muttered under his breath in Italian.
"Io non sono un ingrato americano! E parlo Italain, idiota!" I exclaimed, sending him a glare. "Can we get them, Rain?" They all begged,...
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