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... > It was a confused, breathy puff of air—the auditory equivalent of a question mark.
Hurt me?
The thought was so absurd, so utterly alien to the reality of the last hour, that my brain couldn’t form a proper response. No one had ever apologized to me after something like this... Not even when it hurt.
And that’s when the memory, the one I kept locked away in a cold, dark box, broke free.
Max. A night a year ago. It had been clumsy and painful, a sharp, tearing sen ...
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