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... heard a familiar voice. Slightly startled, he hurriedly followed the direction of the sound.
He had a coat draped over his arm, and as he followed the voice, he saw his wife sprawled on the ground. The young man who had once delivered flowers to his wife in Mist Capital was kneeling beside her, holding her arm, seemingly trying to pull her up, but she drunkenly refused him and acted out.
"No, I don’t want it—get lost! None of you ever have peace, always piling troubles on me, a ...
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