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... for one week, since the night that Laura had broken down in tears before me, I sighed, not concerned that Diana would hear me, or moved by the fact that she was laughing now. The brute.
"Why the long face, Maya?" She teased, stretching the cup of greenish bitter liquid to me, her eyes twitching and swishing.
"You don’t want it? I would have to call my mother then..." She said, dropping the cup of medicine on the bedside table, about to turn away, when I held her back by the arm, ...
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