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"Ugh..."

Gaunt groan was severed into smithereens of pain etched on the platter of her phizog. She made a clumsy move, fighting felon weight as the tube reaching to the zenith of what her gaze couldn't sustain militated against the tuning trial. She felt hewn syllables contracting into a salient span in her throat as she let them out in confetti. All she could fight out were:

"Wh...ere.. is.. da....d?"

"Doctor!! She's up..."

That gaze eating her up was familiar. Her eyeballs could register them. The voluptuous voice that complemented it also was familiar. But her pupils were too weak to wield those data to the effect of recalling whose are those qualities.

She tried to sit up, but sassy strengths were dispersing. The more trial she gave the worst she got i

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