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35. P E N E L O P E
The air in the room is charged, tension palpable as Henry's words hang in the space between us. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm hue on the intricately designed bedroom, its walls adorned with paintings that seem to witness the unfolding drama.
"You have to apologize," Henry's voice, usually steady and composed, echoes through the room, and for a moment, it seems as if the very walls are holding their breath in anticipation.
"Henry, you're seriously siding with her right now?" My response carries a mixture of disbelief and frustration, the emotions mirrored in the ambient light that flickers across the room's classic furnishings.
"You can't hit someone, Penny. You have to apologize." His words, though stern, seem to float in the air, tangled in the essence o
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The King's Queen 37. H E N R Y
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The King's Queen 38. H E N R Y
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The King's Queen 39. P E N E L O P E
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The King's Queen 40. P E N E L O P E
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The King's Queen 43. H E N R Y
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