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Penelope closed her eyes with the same pain in her heart. Stinging. Reminding her that another day had passed with her boyfriend being abducted. Tortured. Almost killed. Or already dead. She knew nothing leaving the fact that he needed her and she was not with him at that moment to have his back. She never should have let him go... It was in her head for a long time. A tear fell out of her eye without herself realizing that. She clutched her hand into a fist. She went off into a deep sleep but the fist never, even for a second loosened. She knew that she had to go and save him and she was ready for it. Ready even for death if it was for him.
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