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Pandora blushed as he undressed her, pulling on the strappy night gown he had chosen for her with more ease than the other one had come off. "There's some bruise paste in the bathroom cupboard. That would be better." She wasn't surprised that he hadn't noticed it sitting there for weeks, he still had his little oblivious moments. She looked at her elbow, the bruise was already purpling against her alabaster skin.
She turned her head into the palm of his hand, seeking his reassurance. "H-how did I fall? Was I on my stomach?" There was a frantic panic in her eyes.
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