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Chapter 19

-GREY-

The cold sharp wind squandered in from the open window, making me think of early Spring after a long harsh unending snow. Sadly, winter and spring doesn't exist in this tropical country. The wind, with its gentle touch, caressed my bare skin.

Papers on my slender finge

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