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The sky above was a slate grey, like it, too, was holding its breath. He slid his helmet off, letting his wild black hair whip around from the breeze. A faint breath escaped his lips as fresh air met his skin, brushing over that sharp, handsome face of his.
At the front entrance, a tall, elegant figure stood waiting with her hands on her hips.
Nurse Benita.
Braided hair. Glossy lips.
Glasses that gave her a sharp, bookish charm.
Slender, stylish, ...
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