Chapter 120 Book 2: 11

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Max

It escaped my throat before I could stop it. I couldn't even manage to choke back the sob.

“Max, are you crying?”

Something about the soft, disbelieving way she asked made me want to bury my face in my hands and weep like a child, but that was pathetic, wasn't it?

“No,” I mumbled, swipin...

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