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... and mixed with the heavy scent of alcohol.
How many bottles of spirits had she drunk?
She was quietly asleep.
Or at least, she appeared to be.
Thump
I gently placed my hand on her forehead. It was quite hot. Probably not due to a fever, though.
The longer my hand stayed, the hotter it became.
Sigh.
I let out a deliberately soft sigh. While doing so, I tidied her dish ...
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