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She was now holding a cup of tea, casually sipping on it.
Maya cleared her and pulled away, letting my wrist go. She glanced towards the couch and her expression changed. “She’s gone..”
The brown-haired girl furrowed her brow. “What do you mean gone?”
“I mean like gone, gone. Disappeared out of the face of the two worlds.”, Maya went to the single red couch – picking up a blue blanket sitting gloomily on it and folding it neatly, placing it on the side table beside the empty cup. “She has passed me,” She then looks on the other side and picked up the discarded book near the wooden stool, and dusted it off. “The torch or whatever you call it.” She now looks at Leah dead straight in the eye. “
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