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It was Mina this whole time, wasn’t it?” I give him the only thing I can: the cold, hard truth. The one that’ll rewrite every memory he has – of him and me, her and me, the two of them, all three of us: “It’ll always be Mina.
It was Mina this whole time, wasn’t it?” I give him the only thing I can: the cold, hard truth. The one that’ll rewrite every memory he has – of him and me, her and me, the two of them, all three of us: “It’ll always be Mina.
