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... her seemed to have sobered up a bit.
Seeing the woman petrified, her face more pained than if she were constipated, he even knew to get up and pull some tissues for her, handing them over.
But Amelia stared at him, then looked down at herself, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears...
"Here, wipe it off... go to the bathroom, clean yourself up..." As she did not take them, he had no choice but to get up from the bed, stagger, and squat down to try and wipe her dress hims ...
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