To be with a revered one’s side, sacrifices should be made.
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I knew something was wrong. I knew it, yet I still let her be! Feeling guilty, his conscience blames him for what is happening to Georgia. “Alli…Alli please, stop it.” He pleaded, desperation is evident in his voice as he kept looking back and forth between the woman who is sitting beside him, to the side mirrors, and to the view in front of them.
Georgia’s body is already filled with red—from her nail’s scratch marks, patches from her hives, and dots from her rashes. She keeps on scratching her body with her nails as she cried, her right hand is covering her face as sobs were heard, and her left hand is wounding her body from scratching too much.
Ezekiel feels the heavy pressure on thinking what should he do—stop and c
