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floor. She appeared in the doorway. She was still wearing that apron. She was still holding a dish towel. She looked at me. She did not rush to my side. She did not pull out her phone. She just stood there and watched my chest.
I gasped, clutching my shirt. It feels like an elephant. I cannot breathe. I slid out of the chair. I fell to my knees. It continue reading …
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