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” she asked.
“No,” I rasped.
She moved to my foot. She pulled off my sneaker, and I heard it thud against the grass. She dug her thumbnail into the arch of my foot, pressing hard enough that I should have yelped, should have jerked away.
“How about that?”
“No,” I whispered, tears finally spilling over. “Karen, I can’t feel anything. I can’t feel anything continue reading …
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