She looks at the piece of paper in her hands. She reads what it says for what feels like the hundredth time. If someone asked her to, she could recite it from memory. The paper is soft and warn, some of the letters are smudged like the person writing it wanted to erase them. But now the letters are smeared with not only ink but tears.292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN5aOlzzt0D
She feels them hot on her cheeks and the tickle as they reach the end of her face a slide off. She tastes the salt on her lips and feels her face burning. She sits down on the couch, no longer trusting her legs to hold her up as she has a single thought.292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbz81Z7BEIs
'No'292Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRyNbgRfl0Y
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