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He continued to comfort Heena, waiting for her to calm down. His mind was in turmoil, wondering what he could say to reassure her.

"Sniff, sob..."

Heena was still crying bitterly in his arms, and he could do nothing.

He felt utterly useless. His girlfriend was crying, and he didn't know how to comfort her.

He hugged Heena tighter, moving his hand from her back to gently stroke her hai ...

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