"When tomorrow comes I'll be on my ownStill frightened of things that I didn't knowPeace, lure my back to thine hands of pleasureSprinkle finesse on my travail I pray thee." (The gunshot in Ana-Maria's subconscious beguiles her to wake up from her night rest. Nicolae is sitted on the bed-side sofa. Elena has gone home for the night. The rain had finally come to a stand still. Distant bird chirping filled the air.)"No, no, no, noooooo," exclaimed Ana-Maria as she struggled on the bed, grabbing the sheets as though she was constraint in her sleep. This continued for minutes before Nicolae eventually woke and drew closer to her bedside and sat on the bed."It's alright, it's alright Maria. Everything is fine," Nicolae said uncertain of the outcome of such words or encouragemen
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