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If these sheets could talk, they would scream stimulating stories of a race to the skies, a fight to the ultimate climax, with only two as competitors. If these sheets could let out their voice, they would weep as they remember, the sleepless lonely nights, irrigated by overwhelming tears, as salty sorrow breaks the heart. If these sheets could scream, they would cry about fierce abuse, beating, thrashing, punishing, how destructive feelings were relieved, and peace was finally found. | ||||||||||||||
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