Twenty

โ€œIโ€™m so very sorry.โ€ He placed a comforting gloved hand over my balled fist. โ€œI never intended to hurt you.โ€ His voice was regretful. โ€œYou arenโ€™t mad at me are you?โ€ he looked saddened as he asked, so desperate.

I was flattered more than anything else. โ€œWhy?โ€ I finally managed.

โ€œIt would physically...

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