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... scratch that. I have bypassed the breaking point, sailed right over the edge of the cliff, and am currently sitting in the charred wreckage of my own sanity, and it is very much on fire.
It has been three days since the "incident." Three days since Cassian decided to play action hero and then expected me to be his personal Florence Nightingale. But I’m not a nurse. I’m not a maid. At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m a high-salaried performing monkey with a black silicone tail.
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