CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

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Morning at the Hart Villa, Crescent sighed deeply as he leaned back in his bed, adjusting himself. It's been a week since the incident with Ace, and he still hasn't seen Ace. Well, it's probably for the best. When they see each other after that night, it will be awkward. Crescent is more perplexed than ever as a result of the incident. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. His mother entered the room carrying a large cardboard box. "What do you have in there?" Crescent asked, sitting up straight and peeking into the basket. "I'm cleaning up, so here are some of your old belongings. Check these and take what you want. I'm going to clear out the rest." Mrs. Hart replied "Wow, these are from a long time ago. This was when I was 12 years old." Crescent said as he took ou

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