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This has to be a nightmare. This can’t be real. I shake my busted and bloody knuckles that reminded me of what happened earlier. I can endure the physical pain, but seeing Camila bearing the pain in her eyes so f*****g hurt, and it’s all because of me—the feeling is worse than crashing my own heart. Xandry deserves more than my punches. My knuckles will heal, but the scars are a reminder to what I’ve done to Camila. What we’ve shared last night was more than just s*x, I knew it. Camila may have used me, but I know she felt something for me. At least, during our intimate moments. For the short time I’ve known her, s*x means something to her, and she won’t just do it with some random guy, and it’s a proof why she chose to offer her virginity to me—she trusted me, but I ruined it. It’s b
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