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"Do you honestly believe that injuring your face will make me stop?" Remon uttered nothing but trembles between getting the scissors and approaching my chair. He just stood there staring at my face. "Please don't concern me any more. "Thank you very much."

"I'd want to accompany you for the next month, Yhra." "I will handle all of your responsibilities, including those related to your family and other issues." He was able to break his habit for the second time that day. Alternatively, he may be concerned that I may detract from the poker image he is trying to maintain. As I questioned him, tears welled up in my eyes, and he gently stroked and touched my face.

"I recognize that even if I imagine that you are her, she is not with you and is with someone else, and you are a separate person, and the two of you are not the same person."

"I just want the feeling that she's still there," he mumbled as he knelt down.

"The agony has taken up home in my body," he explained as he knelt. "I will