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Father Shiro looked at the boy, and he felt his eyes fill with tears of sadness of the abuse this boy had been through. "My child such bruises, so many years of abuse." He said in a sadden tone, he brought the boy in a loving a embrace. 'Yes, first I must build trust before I take him.' He thought to himself hidden behind a caring smile. "Okay my child brace your self, I am removing the sharpies, the key is to relax." He knew if the boy tighten it would only prolong his agony. He gently spread the boy's cheeks and searched for the sharpies that were causing him such pain.
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