Sherryl served a bottle of banana milk to Ertan, who was sitting on the sofa."I don't have any sodas here," Sherryl said and went into the room. Not long after, the woman came back out with a small, thick blanket. She covered Ertan's back with it."I'll call a taxi now," Sherryl said, taking out her cell phone."Why didn't you answer my question earlier, Ryl? Are you going to keep avoiding me like this?" asked Ertan, looking at Sherryl, who was standing not far from him."What should I answer, Tan? I don't want to hope for anything," Sherryl replied. "I've experienced heartbreak and pain before, and I don't want to get my hopes up again.""The point is not to pity me," Sherryl said firmly."I'm not feeling sorry for you, Ryl. I'm just trying to accept you and take responsibility.""Responsible for what?" asked Sherryl, suppressing her aching heart. "I don't want anything to do with you anymore, Tan."Ertan stood up from his seat and approached Sherryl. "Why? Why don't you want to hav
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