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. . . You are very kind for a stranger. Even if you recognize all I’ve lived through, you think that I’m . . . worthy of this.
Who are you .ᐣ
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His gaze flickers back up toward stranger, quietly bringing the flower closer to his chest. I’m afraid I don’t even know what my place in the world is. All I seem capable of is destroying what I try to cling to . . . Could I ever be good .ᐣ
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i shouldn’t have said anything. everybody always looks so sad when i do … but it doesn’t matter, it’s important you know this. your place in the world doesn’t depend on such things.