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> She whimpered, resting her head on his chest. > He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He held her in his strong arms. > She whispered in annoyance. Running away could never have been a solution for her. > > She moved away from his body and went to sit in her chair. > He hurried to stand in front of her, leaning over her with his arms outstretched and his hands resting on the backboard, on either side of her head. > > He puffed amusedly, looking away so as not to show the nervousness and irritation he felt when he heard her worried about Luka. Then he went back to look at her. > He stared at her intently to watch for any wavering. It still had a strange effect on her to hear him address her in that formal way. She remembered when h
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