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"Hello, You must be Ali Carson. I'm Branson." Branson said. "Um. Yeah hello" I said, shaking his hand. "Come in." Branson said.

The inside of the house was more beautiful than the outside. It had a golden chandelier and a wooden table with a bowl of fruit on it.

"Ali, this is my brothers Nick and Ross. And my sisters Emilie and Elliot Ann." Bryce said.

Emilie gave me a dark look, her face was looking the other when I shook her hand.

It was quieter than ever, so quiet that you could hear the traffic outside on the highways and roads.

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