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... oftly, I instructed as the lady moved away, calling someone.
"..."
Left alone, my eyes drifted towards my face, reflecting on the counter glass.
Curly mahogany hair, tied down reaching my waist, eyes of the same color filled with exhaustion, and dark circles below them, a reminder of the past few days of sleepless nights.
'...it came once again.'
....The day when my family got executed for something that they didn't deserve.
My responsible father, ...
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