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... Rip!
"FUC—!"
"—no cursing!"
Ripping the dead skin from my body, the saintess interrupted my words by putting her hand in my mouth, making sure no sound got out.
"Who told you to get injured?"
Her tone was soft, almost sweet, but her pink eyes glinted with something far less forgiving
I winced as she dabbed a cold, cream onto the raw patch of my back.
".....Well, there was a special situation."
"Like what?"
Her words came out ...
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