The piercing ringtone of Flynn’s copycat machine rang, and Flynn looked down and saw the caller ID. His always deep and deep brows seemed to be shrouded in cold haze.
Copycats are like cows. Not only are the incoming calls loud, but the voices are also deafening.
Flynn pressed to answer, and the deep voice came out like a rooster crowing with strong anger, “Flynn, come back soon.”
Tessa recognized this voice as Flynn’s father, her grandfather in name.
Flynn’s expression darkened by two points, and his forehead dropped slightly, the shattered hair covering the coldness in his eyes.
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