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ar his footsteps approaching. I look up at h

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k at me properly. H

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rt fre

emotion. - And take a slice of bread

finally let her go? Maybe he's realized he's gon

hen, I realize that there i

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epad and a pen without thinking too much and hide them in my apron. Then I go upstairs. Before opening

unrecog

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lump in m

get me out of here... - Her voice

hand through her dirty hai

to clean you up and bring you some

widen w

ly doesn't care. But I have someone who can help m

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inds out, it could be

, silent tears stre

ge the dirty sheets from the old bed into clean ones and put a lo

e, I feel her wea

ce of paper. I write down the name o

erces me li

s that, deep down... but he's blind

catches in

ldn't

I pull a pen and pad out of my a

name and a number. Her hands tremble a

nished, she hands t

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p the paper into

st s

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attic and cl

of the small piece of paper in my pocket.

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ts by the sound of a notification. My

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