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Intro. No, look at yourself: bruises under her eyes, pale. When was the last time she slept?! You won't leave here again, I won't take my eyes off you again. His glasses glittered sternly, his hands held me tightly by the shoulders. I felt negligible when he stood in front of me. In addition, he is a psychotherapist... God, by what wind have I become his guardian?!

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