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... ong since dried, but the memory of it would never leave.
I wanted to open my mouth and say something, offer him some sort of condolence, but there was nothing I could say to make this better.
And I needed to stop putting myself out there only to be abused when he realized what actually happened here at Camp Hell.
Since he wasn’t fighting me, this healing went a lot better than the first. His body wasn’t fighting the invasion but rather warmly welcomed me.
"So, mor ...
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