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... s the first thing I noticed.
The familiar tension—tight shoulders, shallow breathing, the instinctive readiness to defend myself—was already there before my feet touched the floor. I had learned, long ago, that when pressure builds quietly, the explosion often comes without warning.
Yesterday had ended strangely. Not badly. Just... unfinished.
So when I dressed that morning, I chose clothes that made me feel grounded. Nothing sharp, nothing fragile. Hair tied back neatly. ...
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