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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ a grimace at the soft touch of a warm towel. while he appreciated the nightly routine of being patched up, he hated that look in her eyes as much as he hated the sting of pressure against his wounds. how heโd wound up in this position was one confusing, winding road that he didnโt want to go down again, but fighting was making him money. money took care of his family. his family being taken care of was all that mattered to him. gently, he raised his hand to rest against her wrist and murmured,ย ย ย ย โย ย ย if you wanna go to bed, i can do it myself. itโs fine.ย ย ย โ // @subrcsasโ