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I wasn’t heading towards the house’s main door but towards Michael’s room instead.
I didn’t know why I felt compelled to go there, my steps stiff and faltering.
With each step, Michael’s door drew nearer, and the sounds of Michael and Betty’s heavy breathing, along with Betty’s occasional nasal moans, grew louder.
What was I doing? Was I just trying to get a closer look, to see more clearly?
But as I approached, stopping less than a meter from the door, I h ...
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