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24. Benson
I couldn't find a place for myself the whole day. Doing push-ups for hours didn't tire my restless body even a little bit, so eventually I took the old, worn out mattress from the cot and leaned it over a wall, making a poor excuse for a punching bag. I spend the rest of the day on throwing punch after punch adding a few new ripps to already barely-there fabric. The next day after breakfast I started with the same, and I couldn't for the love of me understand where did that pent-up anger come from. Alright, that's a lie. I knew it was because of what her brother told me, but I couldn't understand why it affected me so much. Sasha and I were after all in agreement that we don't want this bond to last longer than it has to, which happens to be until I'm out of this Goddess forgotten plac
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