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Chapter 13
"I'm leaving," that’s what Harold have written in the piece of paper. "Mr. Shein is upstairs.” He wrote again and I jusr nodded. I went back to what I was doing, I’m making food for my husband. He must be hungry. I heard Harold's footsteps walking away. As long as I know I have someone with me, I feel at ease. I just don't want to be alone. I feel like I can't breathe. I took the food to Mr. Shein’s room. There, I saw him lying on the bed and seemed to be deep in thought. I let out a deep breath before going inside. "I brought you food." I said. I didn't get any response from him so I approached the bed. "Are you alright?" I asked him, calmly. He didn't answer. I looked down because I think Harold told him what happened at home. I feel guilty. "Can I borrow your clothes? Ahm- I want
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