Part Fifty Eight

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I just wish I was normal again, maldita sea. She threw her arms around her husband. "I hate it, maldita sea, I never get to relax anymore!" she cried exacerbatedly.

"Todo va a estar bien," he promised.

"Espero...." she said softly. "Espero de verdad."

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