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CHAPTER 33: In. Out. In. Out

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-04 23:37:23

I laughed until my ribs and my throat got exhausted and finally burned itself out.

When it was over, I eventually pushed myself up and grabbed the mop to finish cleaning the mess, pushing the filthy water into the bucket with slow, mechanical strokes.

Every movement pulled at my bruises and each breath reminded me how fucked up everything and my body had become. But I cleaned it anyway.

When the floor was clear, I dumped the bucket, rinsed the mop, and stood there for a long moment with my
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