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... l puzzling to me just how noticeably unnoticeable Lishella was during the tea party.

I thought I might have been good for her to spend some time with girls of the same age as her, but as it turns out, I was gravely mistaken.

The timing was just right, the tea and the sweets were never missing from the table, and it was safe to say that she played the role of the hostess splendidly, so that the guests could feel comfortable.

However, tea parties were occasions to talk to t ...

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