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... oplets couldn't do anything to quell the raging feelings inside her body.

'Why' Kushina couldn't help but ask herself.

Why does she feel this suffocating feeling in her chest?

Why does feel like her heart is constricting feeling in her chest?

Why did she feel this ugly feeling brewing inside of her when she saw him smiling at someone else and hugging them?

Ah.... yes, she was afraid .....afraid of finding out that she wasn't special in his eyes.

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