— What are you doing here and what happened to you?
Lina looked at me with a black eye and tried to smile but the effort caused her a pain that caused her to end up in a dark grimace. In a whisper he answered me.
— Your 20 questions are over, Lina, "I'm not playing, now answer.—or what? Are you going to hit me? I don't think I feel the difference of another blow.
— You're wrong, with another blow you die. Come to my house, my mom's a doctor.
— No, I grabbed her wrist and was surprised at how thin she was.
— Stop putting up resistance, you have to make yourself see those wounds.
— I can't, my dad's going to be mad if someone finds out. And that dear Dylan is my greatest terror. Clowns are nothing compared to my dad.
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