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Music But With My Body 3.

Author: Estrella Writesss
last update publish date: 2026-09-16 18:46:25

Dali's POV.

I didn't answer him.

Actually, I didn't know what to say.

I was too overwhelmed by the gnawing feeling of shame to even use words right now. Tears burned at the corner of my eyes, but I made sure they didn't fall.

It was already embarrassing enough that he knew what I was doing, crying would just make things worse.

Collins sighed loudly, a telling sign that he was not pleased with the silence.

“Dali, why would you do that?” He asked, his tone a mix of concern and disappointment.
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