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she called out, and I saw Charlie hit her with a strict expression before correcting her.
"It's Dawn, Scarlett."
"Oh, my bad! Dawn," she called out, with a playful edge to her tone, and the rest of the girls burst into laughter while Charlie threw me a look of apology.
'This was it,' I thought and looked downwards at my feet unconsciously, my fingers shaking again. That was one of my bad habits. My fingers shook anytime I felt nervous or scared.
"Who is Mr. Jones to you, Dawn? For as far as I know, he only has one granddaughter, which is Mary here," Scarlett revealed, and I felt my world collapsing.
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