She looks at the piece of paper in her hands. She reads what it says for what feels like the hundredth time. If someone asked her to, she could recite it from memory. The paper is soft and warn, some of the letters are smudged like the person writing it wanted to erase them. But now the letters are smeared with not only ink but tears.393Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGqMFj7grSv
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