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... sharp corners. Every step I took was a battle against gravity.
My back was a sheet of fire, the bandages shifting and pulling at the raw gashes with every movement of my shoulders.
I had wiped my eyes so many times that the skin around them felt bruised and raw, but the tears kept coming.
Not from sadness anymore, but from the sheer, agonizing strain of keeping my body upright. I didn’t want them to see.
I didn’t want Gina to have a story to tell, and I certainly ...
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