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"Wake up," A low voice whispered. Maureen stirred. "Scar?" "Yes, wake up, Dear Maureen," Scar smoothing back her messy hair. "What time is it?" She yawned. Scar kissed her shoulder. "I need to...go. I have something to do." She frowned. "Go where?" His kissed her neck. "Out. There's a client who wants something a little specific. I have to turn him down." "Do what you want," she shrugged him off. He sighed, looking away. "Oh, Maureen?" "What?" She asked. "Do you still want to die?" She opened her eyes. "Yes." He sighed once more, turning her around. He put his hands on either side of her cheek, putting his forehead on hers. "I wish...I could take that away from you, Dear Maureen. I wish I could steal it from you, the wish to die." Maureen closed her eyes. "Just Go, Scar." "M
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