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The things that they did were done in love, the trauma they caused lasted for years to come. They didn't know it would last forever, they had no idea what would be her endeavour. She cried and she begged, she fought and she lost, she won and she lost. With this her daily bread she would do it all over again. Spreading the disease in her home like a wildfire, spreading the disease to the seed in her womb. The things that they did were done in love, the trauma they caused lasted for years and years to come.
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