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to rest. The doctor ha

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monument to a

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ed to

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corner and

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t the wall, listening

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sual, posse

touch he use

my throat, bi

up and locked

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ask if I

or of my skin or the way I was le

w a threat

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hrough mine, her gri

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the knife

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or him to

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ed. "You must come, Elena. We need to

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her food

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the dutiful wife to a ma

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exploded li

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look at

't look

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