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Isaura
Helplessness pours from the depths of her glistening eyes as she replies to the old man ~ "It isn't his fault... and it isn't mine, either... " ~ She clenches her fists, staring at her shoes, she recounts her tale...
Ending off wistfully, she sighs ~ "How can I continue to be with him? I feel so awkward, now that this has come between us. It would be impossible to ignore what has transpired."
She falls silent, uncertain whether to leave immediately.
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