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My Bodyguard and I (10)

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last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-10 19:01:59

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The days blurred together. Wake up. Eat meals Dante prepared. Work on my laptop, writing follow-up articles that I couldn't publish yet, documenting everything for after the trial. Try to sleep. Fail. Wait for Dante to come comfort me. Sometimes we talked. Sometimes we touched. Sometimes we just existed in the same space, drawing strength from proximity.

It was simultaneously the most stressful and most intimate period of my life.

One week before the trial, Dante was doing his nightly se
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