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dancin'

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“hey - i’m not contesting that.” he said calmly, still can’t be stopped from fussing over the injury aileen sustained on her torso. “but just stating the facts here, you’ve got a nasty bruise just across where your liver is.” he clicked his tongue, again his tone not even rising an octave, “possibly an internal bleeding.” gently, he nudged her shoulder backwards, urging her to lean against his sofa while he rummaged her own backpack. “so which one’s the nectar? because i can totally fix this my way - but i really don’t wanna cut you open in my uncle’s house. manang gloria will burst an aneurysm.”