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But to my biggest surprise A six feet something guy with a dark green eyes and a curly hair and the most handsome face I have seen walk through the door wearing a black hoodie and a gray sweatpant. " Nuwah! Say hello." Dad said pulling me out of my shock state. " You are old" i said without thinking. "Nuwah! What has gotten into you!" Oh no! What's wrong with me?
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