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... , driven by emotion, soon returned to a steady rhythm.
Roera’s back, pressing against my arm, rose and fell in a slow, consistent pattern.
Sniff. Sniff.
The quiet sniffles, signaling the final stage of her calm, gradually subsided until only the sound of her peaceful breathing remained between us.
Surely, Roera would pull away soon.
"..."
"..."
Not yet, I guess. I resumed the gentle patting.
Another 30 pats went by.
By now, ...
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