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ady herself, but her hand slammed into a large de

crashed to

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my footing. My slipper slid

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round the edges. Pain detonated in my skull. I slu

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ing the blood streaming down he

floor, clutching my throbbing head. I felt somethi

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nto his arms as if

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d his ba

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lone. The hallway began to spin,

swimming in my vision. "Ma'am?

pered, letting the

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thick bandage wrapped around my head. H

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didn't pull away. I just let my han

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know each other before

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