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Chapter 6

“You should learn to take care of yourself, sweetie.” Sam said, with  a sheepish smirk on her face while she put some melted butter all over my palm, then rubbing it slowly without taking her gelatine green eyes from mine. Made me smell like fresh baked bread. The kind of bread she liked, warm, soft, sweet and docile. And there when I began to hyperventilat

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