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Chapter 176: The Blessings Of Buddha
Author: Nathan Emorey
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Nathan’s gaze swept across the expectant faces around the table. He let the silence hang for a few seconds longer than necessary, just enough to make the air in the room turn a little stale.

"My personal life," Nathan said, his voice flat, completely stripped of the playful warmth they were clearly digging for. "Is not a topic for public discussion. I’m good. We can find something else to talk about."

The immediate reaction was a collective, muted deflation. A few sighed. Bush let out a disappo
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