Everyone would complain to a certain degree when we had to go through a move because of the hassle of moving our things. Ace looked around and I could tell that he must be recalling some old memories that he had of this place.
“This used to be my table,” he said as he reached out a hand and tapped softly on the desk in front of us.
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