Bianca cleaned my wounds. I watched her. Each dab of the wet cloth on my forehead made me wince. She didn't say anything, but she must have heard me as she slowed down.
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Bianca cleaned my wounds. I watched her. Each dab of the wet cloth on my forehead made me wince. She didn't say anything, but she must have heard me as she slowed down.
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