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... nd up. That’s all a cripple like you can do, isn’t it?”
Her lips, saying this drunkenly, held a sneer. But the contempt wasn’t directed at her crippled lover. It was a sneer aimed solely at herself.
A truth she couldn’t confess to anyone festered and became a wound that ruined her.
Anger with nowhere to go took the form of violence. What she struck was clearly his cheek, but it was an act not unlike self-harm.
Because he was still the most precious being to her. < ...
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