My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I had forgotten about the box because so many things had happened recently. I tried to recall, but I still couldn't remember where I put it.

"Well, I'll look for it some other day," I said. Since the elderly gave it to me, I shouldn't just brush it off.

Hendrix walked into the living room, took a sip of water, and looked at me. He was always difficult to read, and I didn't feel like figuring out what he was up to either.

I went directly back to the bedroom where I lived previously. I thought I probably left the box somewhere in that room.

I took my belongings and clothes with me when I moved out of that room, so it looked much emptier than before. I started to look in the cabinets.

There was no sight of the box.

Hendrix folded his arms and gazed at me. I then glanced back at him and said, "You should go and wash up first. I'll look around."

He didn't speak. After a while, he said, "Do you know what's in the box that Dalton gave you?"

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look for that box. He only left behind some cash and valuable items for you in that box. Perhaps he was

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Hendrix nodded.

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