Erysteka Mahogany

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“Please don’t cry.” His voice was hoarse. “I hate seeing you hurt.” I lay down beside him on my side, feeling so helpless. Tears leaked out of me. When he rolled over and wrapped me in his arms, I only cried harder. “I’m sorry.” Those were the only words he spoke.
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