"...No, uh, sorry, I haven't seen it." Asher Fujimaru's three-inch tongue, which she was proud of, almost got knotted. She quickly denied it, but her heart sank. She didn't know why her hands and feet were a little bit... Chills, "Is there anyone else in your home?"
Aubrey shook her head: "No more. My mother fell ill and died when I was six years old."
He is a man who has seen death since he was very young, or in other words, in this city, the loss of life is more common among the poor.
"Then there are no uncles, aunts, grandparents?"
Aubrey still shook his head. He put his hands on his knees and grasped the stiff fabric of his jeans. His expression was blank, "I've been living with my dad, so there shouldn't be any."
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