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"Should we, mam?" one of the bodyguards questioned, this time hoping to lay an attack on Clarence.
"No. Leave it..." I replied. I took steps, walking closer to my uncle, who I found trembling with sweaty pulse as he tried wiping the sweat off his face, only to drop the handkerchief from his hands.
"How... how... d... did you..." he stammered.
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