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“You are part of my life. You are my life. Please don’t run out; I won’t live my life without you. I love you so much. Every part of me needs you. In fact, you own eighty-three percent of my body. Don’t leave me, please. I promise to be good to you. I promise I won’t waste you. I promise I will save you every ounce of you. I will use you in every delicate minute I have for you. Please, please, don’t just eject yourself. You’re of good use in my hands,” she cried.

“Unless God allow it.”

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