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Chapter 158 : The Insomnia 4
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2026-04-25 03:32:00BÉATRICE
His hands leave my back, come to rest on my belly. With infinite gentleness. As if I might break. As if my children were made of glass.
He closes his eyes. He concentrates. He feels their movements beneath his palms. A tear slides down his cheek. Then another.
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