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. He was a recluse, a monk dedic

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guilt. He saw it as a stain on his ar

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ard Jennifer wit

umbled backward, hitting the ground with a thud. He didn't even look at

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on his simpl

over. "Nathanie

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houlder, a searing pain I hadn't noticed before. A deep, ugly gas

ed. His heart was never mine. It w

time to