Chapter 8 Just Me

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Joanna's POV

I was laid on the love of my life which was my bed, I heard voices coming from downstairs.

'Please stop, please, please stop', I internally begged and aimed to cover my ears the best I could and sleep in but against my wish, the sounds increased.

If you were wondering...

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