link Percival pours himself a cup of freshly squeezed jeruk, orange jus and pulls the chair back. He picks the newspaper from the table, flips it open and sits down. Gwen walks in and circles the meja before heading to the refrigerator. He looks up from the newspaper and waits for her to turn to him. Gwen picks a cup, pours herself coffee and turns around, smiling at Percival.
“Morning Percival,” she says, sipping the coffee slowly.
“Good morning, dear … how are anda feeling today?”
“Better...
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