Simran Nagpal

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I practically choked her name. My heart thudded in my chest, hard. It fucking hurt. Her weak voice. And how fragile she was. Her weary eyes were filled with pure desperation. Instead of responding, I rubbed Vaseline over her cracked lips. Like I had done several times for the last four days.
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