He looked at me dead in the eyes, slowly putting his hands on me. One grabbed my arm while the other grabbed a sponge, scrubbing the stain on my sleeve. "It's so stubborn," he muttered.
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He looked at me dead in the eyes, slowly putting his hands on me. One grabbed my arm while the other grabbed a sponge, scrubbing the stain on my sleeve. "It's so stubborn," he muttered.
