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... ymore, not only this time he hit her and made her lips bleeding because of the blow, but also this relationship was very toxic.

They had been together for more than eight months, but in the last four months his attitude had changed and two months ago, he had started to hit her.

At first Oliver would only hit her when he drunk and upset, but now, he even hit her when he was somber.

"Stop this!" cried Tiana. She tried to retaliate from Oliver's hand that was trying to touch ...

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