My voice was trembling.
“What truth? What the hell is going on?!”
“Don’t raise your voice,” he whispered, his lips barely moving. “Please… just trust me for a few minutes.”
Trust.
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My voice was trembling.
“What truth? What the hell is going on?!”
“Don’t raise your voice,” he whispered, his lips barely moving. “Please… just trust me for a few minutes.”
Trust.
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