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... tapping of a cooking board and the scent of a nostalgic stew that his mother would cook whenever he was feeling down or upset.
'Is that mother? When did I fall asleep, and this bed... it smells like Milla...'
Somehow it felt like he was back home; his cheeky sister would change their quilts so they would smell each other's scents or whatever she justified it as.
'Let's get up.'
Vincent heaved himself out of sleep. He felt exceptionally sore at that moment - perha ...
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