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17

The superior man acts before he speaks, and afterwards speaks according to his action.

~Confucius

Anthony

"Princess are you finished or do you need some help?" I finally asked after a few minutes had gone by.

"No, I’m almost done." her voice was so weak.

"Come here." I pulled her to my chest as she stumbled out of the stall.

"Let's go home please." she pleaded her voice cracking again.

"Can you walk?" She nodded but I gave her a quickly scan and she didn't look like she could reach the restrooms door without fainting.

"The bag." she pointed at the bag inside the stall.

With a ton of toilet paper, I cleaned the blood off the floor. Satisfied with the job, I picked up the bag before lifting her bridal style. She leaned her petite frame against my broad chest and closed her eyes.

Using the back door to sneak out of the hotel undetected, I walked over to my car. Getting there, I carefully sat her in the passenger’s seat and buckled her seatbelt before moving to my side, throwing the bag
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