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* Chuckling at the embrace, Attia could only embrace his neck with one hand, pulling him into a gentle kiss onto his brims. With a smile she retreated, one finger gently tracing his chin.
“ Each day of your absence was like a decade, each decade a century. ”
* Placing a gentle peck on her forehead, before holding her face on her hands in motherly fashion.
“ How I missed you, my flower, how I missed you. . . Are you well ? ”
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—– Not another discussion now, please.
「 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 」
「 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 」
「 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 」
「 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 」
「 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 」
* Hugging her beloved daughter, spinning around with a giggle.
“ My sweet, sweet daughter ! ”
