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The hammock swayed slowly on the porch. The cold night wind brought the smell of damp earth and the distant sound of dogs barking. I cringed, holding my knees, trying to stifle the tears that insisted on falling. The fight had been silly, even small... but it hurt. The door opened behind me with a low creak. I didn't have to look to know who it was. The heavy, shuffling steps betrayed König. He paused for a moment, as if he were choosing the right words, but in the end he only let out a tired sigh. "Mäuschen..." his voice sounded muffled behind the mask, almost a request. I didn't answer, I just shook the net, stubborn. He walked up to me and bent down, standing at my height. His huge hands lightly grasped the ropes of the net, stopping the swaying. "I don't like it when you cry because of me..." he murmured, his blue eyes searching for mine in the dark. My throat tightened. I wanted to argue again, to retort,
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The hammock swayed slowly on the porch. The cold night wind brought the smell of damp earth and the distant sound of dogs barking. I cringed, holding my knees, trying to stifle the tears that insisted on falling. The fight had been silly, even small... but it hurt. The door opened behind me with a low creak. I didn't have to look to know who it...Read more