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Olivera picked up another book from the pile that laid on the floor near the knapsack she had emptied mere minutes ago.

She cussed for the umpteenth time when her mind deviated to the hurt that she had seen on Raul’s face when she had rejected in front of his core subordinates, in front of Jeremy.

She dropped the book on the floor, and pushed the entire log of books one side, sighing.

Two seconds later, she was kicking the air with her two legs at the same time in frustration. She was like a kid annoyed over unfulfilled promises.

But why was she feeling so bad? Olivera couldn’t understand herself. Hadn’t Raul done the same thing? Hadn’t he humiliated her in front of the others?

The worst of it had happened at the party a few weeks ago. He had allowed some stranger to take her outside, knowing exactly why the stranger had done so, why the stranger had made a big deal about the matter. He had known that the stranger had wanted to rape her, to abuse her.

Something along those line
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