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... d my hands gripped the edge of the sink so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
I had hoped that washing my face would somehow wash away the frustration building inside me, but it only seemed to amplify it.
I pushed the damp strands of hair away from my face, letting out a sigh that felt heavier than it should. My father was dead, and I still couldn't bring myself to cry. Not even a single tear had escaped my eyes since I heard the news. Instead, I felt hollow, and beneath that ...
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