THE LAST GENERAL

جمال عبدالرحيم
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His outstretched hand grabs her hand eagerly for a kiss that she has dreamed of in the difficult years. Her hands tremble and they lie quietly in his hands. She does not dare to pull her hand out, ending her pink dream. Her tears have leaked from behind her walls against her will. But his hand tightens on her hand, and his lovely voice finally speaks out: forgive me.
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