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While everyone was busy cleaning up the aftermath, Austin sat cross-legged on the floor with his arms propped on the bed. He gazed at her sleeping profile sadly. "Why is it always you who's getting hurt...?" He whispered.
After a few seconds, Austin's eyes slowly grew wider as an idea surfaced in his mind. /It's always her... It's always her! E
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