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Mercy had offered to massage me with some hot water and ointment, and I agreed. Still wrapped in a towel, I laid down. Every press of the warm cloth made me hiss in pain, with tears streaming down my face. However that pain wasn't more than the pain of knowing my child was killed by his father , the pain of never meeting my first child , the pain o
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