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We failed for Michael was fine.
My habit and wimple were making it worst. I still felt hot and sticky as I went to the infirmary to perform my task as Sister Teresa’s new subordinate. But I was mainly a mole of our plan so I had to undermine her treatments to Michael any sooner now.
“Great, you are here.”
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