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12 - Towards A New Dawn

I stood in front of the dressing mirror, a towel wrapped around my waist, my fingers combing my damp hair with the coconut oil, my lips whistling a soft tune absentmindedly, until a sudden scream of a familiar female voice cut through the air, "Areh deva! Sorry,"

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