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... w clouded with tears that tracked crystalline paths down her cheeks. Her delicate mouth was pursed in a look of deep, wounded grievance that twisted a knot in Marcus’s gut.
"Anya, I..."
He fumbled for a tissue, quickly pulling a handful from his pocket and offering them to her. But Anya ignored the gesture, the tears continuing to fall, a silent, eloquent protest.
"Anya, please don’t cry. I wasn’t yelling at you. I was just... frustrated. It wasn’t about you."
"Yo ...
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