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Finally, Lord Raphael deemed to speak to him, demanding, “Say something. Please.” Milan looked at him through bleary eyes. “I never knew I could be as unhappy as I am with you.” Milan saw Lord Raphael’s face, stunned as if he had been shot right through the chest, before sleep dragged him down again.
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