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The bad mood that Amelia felt in those moments was completely indescribable: she had slept horribly, and in all her years of life, she had never slept as badly as she had that night. She had not wanted to share a bed with Maximilian, but she had been forced to do so, she had put on covered pajamas, so much so that in the middle of the night she had had to stop and put on something shorter, and between sighs and denials, she had laid down on the bed, with Maximilian, with her husband; but that had not even been the beginning of her bitter night: he had begun to snore, he had hugged her on more than six occasions, he had kicked her, almost in the rib and had even pulled her so hard that Amelia had ended up falling and hitting her face, it was the furious scream of the woman -who had endured too much- that ended up waking Maximiliano, who with eyes full of sorrow for his actions, had apologized, but an apology did not erase the pain she had on her face; every time the man crossed her pat