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... like a bad loop.
Childhood pictures, recent ones, shots he didn’t even remember anyone taking. If he tried to go to sleep tonight, he’d just stare at the ceiling until morning. No way.
He took a slow breath, turned around in the hallway, then knocked on her office door again. Harder this time. A little too hard maybe.
"Come in," her voice called, sharp but not angry.
He pushed the door open. She was already back behind her desk, pen in hand, looking up at him ove ...
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