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... me to ask about it.
The mug was still warm between my palms.
Emiliano sat across from me, slicing into toast with the kind of calm that made my skin crawl.
Like we were just roommates.
Like I hadn’t woken up stitched together on a metal slab.
He set his knife down with a soft click and smiled.
"You’re stronger than you look."
"Oh?" I said, my voice dry. "Did that become obvious before or after you sedated me like a misbehaving chihuahua?" < ...
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