My Personal Popstar

of Noah's life. At last, he had a dec

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light nod. "Please

d provided and handed it to him. The g

luxury-golden lights illuminated the living room, bouncing off each lavish detail. To his righ

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who ar

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he asked. "Want

ded bas

are you gon

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rble countertops, and a gigantic chimney at the back. Noah's jaw

ah, Noah," she said, corre

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me," he

ou can actually cook better

leeves. "Okay, what

ard, sushi with rice from the left one

row. This kid knew

at and watched, her face alight with wonder. The kitchen

ushi on the plates carefully, making s

he offered, present

e the ramen and took a huge

buds are dancin

d you I'm better t

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s do some art,"

ing on her snack as they headed

o you wanna

she replied,

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he recognized. Yet he was intrigued as we

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ment, his f

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up straight, but he refus

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his phone and

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in his life had that happened before. Wary, he sna

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ut a sigh

and covering his face in kisses. Kai

ting of nostalgia striking him. He use

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heart

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is voice falling to a low, nearly seductive register. "Do anyth

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