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... orge Saxton’s tone, she felt that Eleven’s hand injury wasn’t light.
A burn——-
Ariel Morris tightened her grip on the spoon, her voice slightly hoarse: "Eleven, all the soups and porridge I’ve been eating lately... were they made by you?"
Jorge Saxton’s gaze instantly fell on Camden’s hand as he applied medicine for Eleven. The burn truly resembled it. He fixed his eyes on Eleven’s cold and indifferent face, which had become thinner, and spoke in a deep voice: "Eleven, yo ...
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