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But beneath that, I could still catch a hint of my mother's perfume, a sweet, floral scent.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and winced at the sight of my swollen, misshapen nose. The pain throbbed with every movement, a constant reminder of the violent confrontation with my father. I turned on the faucet and gently splashed cool water on my face, careful not to aggravate my injury further. As the water mixed with the dried blood, it turned a pale pink before swirling down the drain.
I rummaged through the bathroom cabinets until I found some old bandage gauze. With shaking hands, I clumsily wrapped the gauze around my nose, trying to stem the flow of blood. It was a rough job, but
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