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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT

I vividly remember moving the tulips he'd gotten for me, the author of most of our recent problems, under the bed. I was trying to prevent his people from looking at him with disdain for putting them in danger because of me and for something as basic as flowers but yet, here they were, fresh and blo...

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