C876 Son of a B Tch(1)

She was always sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, from the beginning of the sun to the sunset and then to the dark of the quiet night.

For the whole day, without saying a word, her face was getting paler by the day, and her once beautiful face seemed to be getting more and more haggard.

Even the passionate game that belonged to her suddenly stopped!

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