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She nodded and quickly added: “Yes, made it finally.”
“Good!” he chuckled. Whether they were cautious or simply insulted, she didn’t mind their reluctance. She was also an example of how uncomfortable and almost painful it is for every fiber in one’s body to be itching and pulsating for one thing and one thing alone.
