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“What do you remember” She asked as she sat down, picking up her coffee mug again. “ I mean…we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I understand. Just…I’ve never met a lion attack survivor before.” She giggled a little, heat rising to her cheeks “…obviously…”

        ❝Pain. Fear.❞ Worry. ❝My closest friends and my then-girlfriend were there. She was studying medicine at the time, she helped me. But…we fell apart, I guess. She doesn’t talk to me anymore. But my best friend, Teddy, he was there, and he’s still with me. My partner, actually, in our firm.❞

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