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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 01.06.2026 06:27:22

Emily’s words hung in the air like a slap as she turned.

“Sorry Carl, I can't remain in my vomit.”

Carl blinked, caught off guard, as he pursed his lips slightly. Then something flickered across his face, it wasn't anger or shame. It was just a quiet remembrance of the old Emily. The woman he treated like trash.

“No,” he said softly. “I never thought that about you.”

Emily turned away sharply, her heels clicking against the marble floor of the lobby. She didn’t want his understanding. His softn
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