"Can I tell you the story of my life?" she pleaded, desperate for someone who would hear all her thoughts."I'm not interested," he said, brushing her off as he turned his focus to his book again.
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"Can you please," he pleaded, desperate to heart the same gentle voice that his ears ache for, "tell me the story of your life?"
The corpse lying on the ground only continued to bore stares at his weeping form, contrary to the fact that the corpse's eyes were close.
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