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' I thought to myself maybe she uses that word because she knew after that night, there was nothing left to be shy of, but then I thought again: I must have been overthinking it, maybe I simply look frightened.
Nevertheless, I walk closer. The air feels different here, it is humid and sweet with the scent of flowers. There was a wooden bathtub with hot water in the middle of the room. The water steamed like a bowl of thin soup, but instead of having some carrot and cabbage inside, it had petals: roses, yellow, and red, floating around in the wooden bathtub.
"Janne, Mary, help her to undress," she orders.
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