Her heart slammed against her ribs like a drum of war. The moment her eyes flew open, sweat clung to her skin like ice, her breath sharp and shallow. The air was too quiet. Too clean. Her gaze darted wildly across the room, trying to anchor herself to something familiar—anything.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ59aASygyXH
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The walls were sterile and white, the kind that didn’t echo memory. The sink in the corner was old, cracked at the base, and dripping with a slow, tired leak. A window let in slanted morning light, no bars across it. Just open glass and silence. No smoke. No gunfire. No blood on the floor.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirYntEt5Ap
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But her nightmare hadn’t gotten the memo; it still clung to her like a second skin. The screaming, the explosions, the bodies, limbs torn, eyes frozen in death. The heat of blood-soaked sand enveloped her. The stench of decay and metal. The eyes of those she couldn't save never ceased to haunt her, accuse her, and pursue her, even as she fled into the darkness of slumber.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9SSXmP6OLv
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She buried her face in her hands. Fingers trembled. Her breathing wouldn't slow. Six months—that’s how long it had been since the Americans pulled her out of hell. Because she happened to be there at the right time, saving the right person, just in the right place. A human weapon that could no longer be ignored. She was a soldier born of fire and abandonment.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnGH0Wlv92g
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She had spent over a decade in the dirt and blood of Africa or any country where they needed her to fight. A place where children weren’t raised—they were forged. She was seven when her parents tossed her into the hands of a mercenary commander. Seven years old, with a name, a face, and a body they never understood.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡovZmlyAyFs
She had been a disappointment from the moment she was born.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMhvKDYke67
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Born intersex. The doctors referred to her condition as true hermaphroditism, as if labeling her body would somehow make it more manageable. She had both ovarian and testicular tissue. A penis without a scrotum, a shallow vaginal canal. But that was biology. Her family didn’t see science—they saw a monster. A freak.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ39pWU02vph
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A little girl with a soft voice, wide green eyes, delicate limbs, and a penis. Her very existence repulsed them. At first, they tried to pass her off as a boy, but her features were far too gentle: soft cheeks, long lashes, and a waist too curved.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdaG1fuqMXw
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Then they tried to shape her into a girl, but skirts revealed too much. The bulge beneath the fabric was a constant reminder. A walking contradiction. Shame they could not disguise.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfsnxRWJv8B
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Doctors advised surgery—corrective, they called it. To shape her into one gender, complete the puzzle. But her family scoffed. Too expensive. Too inconvenient. Too much work for a child they never wanted. And so, at seven, they sold her. Sold her to a man who bought children to mold into killers.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtLdC7srWfq
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No one would want her in a brothel; she wasn’t usable, they said. Not female enough for sex, too pretty for the battlefield. But in the end, she proved them all wrong. Because she didn’t die, she survived. No—she thrived.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwMBFpi54X1
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While other children wept or went insane, she adapted. Her hands learned to reload rifles faster than anyone in her unit. Her eyes memorized enemy patterns with frightening speed. Her limbs—graceful and slender—could twist around necks, press triggers, and wield knives. Her femininity became disarming. Her masculinity became terrifying.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxGrrUSFg2s
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She was everything they feared. She rose to the top ranks before she hit puberty. By sixteen, she had completed over eighty black ops missions. She’d slit throats, planted bombs, and broken necks with bare hands. There was blood on her hands—so much that she sometimes wondered if it had replaced her fingerprints.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEumDy5KQsR
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They’d called her the Black Witch—a name whispered in rebel camps and enemy bunkers. Beauty and death in one vessel. Her very presence made the enemies shiver.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo6mVEuu9nY
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But now—this room, this quiet. This world of clean sheets and toothpaste and light switches. It was unnatural for her, a different kind of nightmare. One where she had to remember how to live.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8C8fQZfBru
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She sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, heart pounding. Her body didn’t know how to rest. Her nerves itched for the weight of a blade, the familiar press of a firearm against her spine.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqojOv960M2
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By the time she reached her prime, she was a shadow among the living, swift, silent, and terrifyingly lethal. And that was when the American Army found her. She wasn’t supposed to help them. In fact, by every rule of her mercenary life, she should’ve slit their throats and sold their tags for ammunition. But she didn’t.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8rKC7H5uV
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Something changed; maybe it was the way they bled and begged like children—untrained, unprepared, foolish in their heroism. Maybe it was the way they screamed for each other in a language she hadn't heard in over a decade. Or maybe it was the echo of something buried deep, a faint heartbeat under the steel armor of survival.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ZqHKnBo0X
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She intervened, with only a dull combat knife in her grip and her long, dust-covered braids flying behind her; she cut through the enemy like wind through wheat. Not a single gun fired from her hands—just the sound of steel splitting skin, of bodies hitting dirt. One after another, she ended them without hesitation, without blinking.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzdNiRPXIpq
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By the time the dust settled, the American soldiers were wide-eyed and shaking, pressed against the mud-soaked ground, staring at the figure that had just saved them from certain death. And then she spoke, "You, American?" And the soldier nods.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHaLnGTLMPR
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"Keep quiet," she said, her voice smooth, barely a whisper but heavy with authority. “Follow me.” The words were flawless. American English, sharp and true, without the strain of an accent. Their disbelief deepened.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKHIyeI6SC
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“You speak English?” one of them asked, half-breathless, still gripping his rifle like a lifeline.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkP4TlaOT9
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She glanced back at them, eyes narrowed beneath the fabric of her headwrap. “I was born in Texas.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0KtY9KCrzh
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The words landed like thunder; they didn’t know what shocked them more, the brutal efficiency of her movements or the fact that in the middle of this hellhole, the woman rescuing them spoke with the cadence of home.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYE5AocgF0I
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She led them through enemy terrain with the instinct of a predator and the care of a shepherd. Her knife never left her hand. Her eyes scanned every shadow. She guided them past the danger, across the broken hills and blood-drenched paths, until they reached a safe extraction point for their transport to pick them up.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86v50WQeze
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Only when the helicopter’s rotor blades began to scream in the distance did she finally turn to them. The captain of the unit, still recovering from the chaos, approached her with cautious reverence. “What’s your name?” he asked.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXvtmea3QAZ
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She pulled her face covering down slowly. Dust clung to her skin, but beneath it, she was startling, a haunting kind of beautiful. Deep green eyes, high cheekbones, and a quiet storm behind her gaze.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ86oAsZxQcm
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“My name was Valentina,” she said softly. “But out here, they call me Eyodwa.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmydDmpB7s
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“Any meaning?” one of the soldiers murmured.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJCh7oXqWH
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“It means ‘one’ in the Zulu language,” she said, staring past them as if seeing ghosts. “Because I'm the first rank of their elite soldiers.” There was a silence. Heavy. Reverent. Almost afraid.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIaTYWTIYgl
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The captain looked at her differently now—not as an enemy, not even as a savior, but as a woman with a terrible story etched into her bones. "Tell me, why are you here?"12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfTVvV3UIOF
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“I was seven when they sold me,” she said, her voice low, barely audible over the thrum of wind and memory. “Twenty years of war. I don’t even remember what my mother looked like. My family didn’t report me missing. I was just… gone. And no one cared.” The captain swallowed, the grief and rage in her words cutting deeper than any knife.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuiMrfQzznG
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“I’m twenty-seven this year,” she added. “I counted my birthdays under stars while cleaning blood off my hands.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1nCVHiDea1
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His hand reached out, almost on instinct—not for his weapon, but for hers. “Come back with us,” he said. “Let us take you home.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz0mjdjcU0f
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She stared at him for a long time. “This is the only life I know, sir.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8XJWdqQ3Rc
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“No,” he said quietly, “it’s just the only life you’ve been given. That’s different.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfw90ZWTsLx
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And maybe that was all she needed to hear. Not pity. Not praise. Just someone who saw that she’d been denied something basic, something human. He gave her a choice: join them. Come back to the States. Try to find who she once was, if there was even a trace left.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbOQz0MJH9C
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“If we find records of a girl who went missing… we’ll use that. Otherwise, we’ll make you someone new. You’ll have a name. A birthdate. A home. A future.” He said, and she nodded once, then followed the army into the helicopter, leaving.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡikwEfBVHvs
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Three hours later, military intelligence returned with a thin file. A missing person's report. Twenty years old, filed not by her parents but by a neighbor who’d noticed the child had vanished.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwABfxX9P6P
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Valentina Smith. Born in Austin, Texas. Brown hair. Green eyes. She was a quiet child, rarely displaying any smiles. The photos were old and blurry, but the features were there. The same slant of the eyes, the sharp nose, the sorrow already blooming at age six. She didn’t need a DNA test. That girl in the folder is her.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL7EWHmesXE
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“She’s coming back with us,” the captain said, and so she returned to America.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB8N4iDMNII
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Not with a parade. Not with celebration. But with silence and observation. They placed her in a secure base, isolated for evaluation, psychiatric assessments, and endless questions. They scanned her body, measured her strength, and studied her reflexes.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7AxcrzDcXz
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She had the raw, coiled power of a trained killer but the emotional expression of someone who had locked her soul away in a box and thrown away the key. She didn’t cry. She didn’t laugh. She didn’t speak unless spoken to.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ91ZgLCCON
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Her face, flawless as it was, remained cold—her eyes unreadable. But when they brought her a dog, she flinched. When they played lullabies from her childhood, she left the room. They wanted her for combat, to be in the military, but the captain who brought her back said no.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW6J4mPhBoS
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“She’s done enough killing,” he told the brass. “Give her a life.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Ko9GtRTgH
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The army complied. Slowly. Reluctantly. They gave her space. Therapy. A new name, if she wanted it. Documents that made her real again. And for the first time in twenty years, Valentina stood in a world where no one expected her to survive gunfire. No one gave her a knife. No one asked her to kill.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ0ifhltHDe
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Dr. Rebecca Haywood had been studying Valentina’s case for months—each scan, test, and lab result opening another chapter in what felt like a medical anomaly wrapped in human pain.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzVt0HF7CIM
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It wasn’t just the science that intrigued her; it was the contradiction of the woman herself: a quiet storm of lethal calm, with eyes that had seen too much and emotions buried beneath decades of war and survival.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkp26hWuwZb
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But today was different. Today, Rebecca had the final results in hand. She glanced over the pages—confirmed reports of true hermaphroditism, an incredibly rare condition where both ovarian and testicular tissues coexist in one body, fighting for dominance like opposing kingdoms forced into a truce.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Z2tDnLVdc
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Valentina’s biology is, in every clinical sense, a paradox. Her penis was fully developed, functionally adult, though without a scrotum. Internally, she still had a small, underdeveloped vaginal canal, nearly non-functional.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh90qmcamQL
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Her ovaries were partial, fragmented structures unable to produce viable eggs. Her testes—though present in tissue—produced sperm that were malformed, incapable of fertilization.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxfdH9TSEfk
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What made Valentina’s condition even more extraordinary wasn’t just the physical manifestation of both sex characteristics—it was the fact that her body functioned without any hormonal regulation, a medical impossibility for most intersex individuals.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNiwqIgmxqw
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Dr. Rebecca Haywood had seen countless cases during her residency, studied intersex conditions in medical school, and even worked briefly on hormonal therapy protocols for gender dysphoria and true hermaphroditism. But Valentina shattered every baseline expectation.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiW5Ok7a3wC
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Most people born with true hermaphroditism—if they survived infancy or avoided early surgery—required rigorous hormone replacement therapy. The imbalance between estrogen and testosterone would often cause dangerous internal conflicts: organ failure, chronic fatigue, weakened bones, stunted development, or full metabolic collapse. But Valentina? She was perfect.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPIVAewGtN5
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No injections. No suppressants. No enhancement. Her body had somehow developed an internal equilibrium—its own secret language of survival. Her testosterone levels fluctuated just enough to support muscle growth and physical resilience, while trace levels of estrogen stabilized her bone density and allowed for subtle feminine features—soft skin, full lips, and a waist that tapered despite years of combat training.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ42auWgmssI
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She was, in every way, biologically self-regulating. “You’re one in a million, Valentina,” Rebecca said, gently closing the file. She looked up, brows slightly raised. “Can you… get hard?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfFcfn9dr8i
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Valentina stiffened slightly in her seat. Her fingers flexed in her lap, knuckles pale. She took a breath and exhaled through her nose, choosing to answer honestly despite the shame that often followed such confessions.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRZa9Y9s0Ng
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“Yes,” she said quietly. “Every morning. Sometimes… when I have weird dreams.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡihPCmcjHiL
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Rebecca tilted her head, sensing something deeper. “Weird how?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd4mXifb8Fx
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There was a pause—long, weighted. Then Valentina’s cheeks, always pale under the harsh lights of the base clinic, turned a soft shade of rose. “With another woman,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “She touches me. Down there. And it feels… good.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zrHVPh3vi
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For a brief second, her mask cracked. Vulnerability bled through, so fragile and unintentional it nearly startled Rebecca. It was the first time Valentina had reacted emotionally to anything in months.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWircgHSpwa
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Rebecca leaned forward, her voice gentler now. “Tell me more, if you’re comfortable.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0oaryDPEPZ
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Valentina blinked slowly, the soldier returning behind her green eyes. “I don’t know how to explain it. The dream is always warm. She touches me like I’m human. Like I’m… not broken. And I feel things I don’t feel when I’m awake. Like I’m allowed to be soft.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡekFpKkhCgi
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Rebecca nodded, her heart aching. “And men? Have you ever had dreams about them?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV98EMKsKe4
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A sharp shake of the head. “No. Not even once. Not even when I tried to force it. Men, don’t touch me. They fear me, or they want to own me, use me. But I’ve always been stronger than them.” She said it with the blank calm of a woman who’d made peace with brutality. But underneath, something still trembled.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzoL3gAwYBU
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Rebecca gently flipped to the fertility analysis. “Valentina… I have to tell you. You do have sperm. But they’re… biologically incomplete. Fragmented. Weak.” Valentina’s expression didn’t change.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Jj4hPU89T
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“Your chances of impregnating someone are less than 0.5%,” Rebecca continued. “Statistically, it’s… nearly impossible.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtyKctvKGs3
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Valentina nodded, accepting it with the same grace she accepted every medical evaluation so far. No questions. No tears. “I figured,” she murmured. “My body doesn’t belong to any side. It was built to survive, not to create.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoPXN5RLa7L
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Rebecca closed the file but didn’t speak for a moment. There was so much unsaid in the silence between them—years of abuse, abandonment, war, and a life lived between the lines of gender and humanity.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOIU4BEoPy
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Valentina was unlike anyone Rebecca had ever met, and for the first time in her career, she wasn’t sure whether she was treating a patient… or standing in awe of a living miracle.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMrDLCAX4ZA
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“You’re not broken,” she said softly. “You’re just… rare. Unwritten. But you’re whole, Valentina. More than most people ever are.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zwfzu61Wb
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