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... ong time.
Until her hand stopped patting my back.
It was as if her touch washed away all those chilling emotions.
In time, her trembling breath also calmed down.
Eventually, her arms holding me lost their strength.
How much must she have longed to hear an apology for those hellish days?
How long must she have awaited for an ointment to her festering wounds?
It was deplorable that I had to be the one delivering this on behalf of the main per ...
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