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  • 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
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    "How could the world be so wrong about us?" I ask him, hugging my knees to my chest. Even with the water raining down on us, even with our wet clothes clinging to our bodies, even on the cold tiles of the shower floor-I'm warm. In his arms, as he shields us from the horrors of the outside, our hatred for the world war...