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... ntic bird against her rib cage, and her thin, pale hands were shaking from the mixture of unfathomable nervousness and fright. The longer she hesitated, the more anxious she grew, while Damien, on the other hand, seemed to be drowning in his own unimaginable torment.
'Come on, Rosalie, move your body... You have to come to him, otherwise, that sacrifice was all for naught.'
As that desperate yet resolute thought crossed her clouded mind, the girl pulled out a pink linen handkerch ...
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