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... g in his mind.
Make friends and live.
He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as morning light crept across the plaster. Friends. The word felt foreign on his tongue, like trying to speak a language he’d never learned.
Maybe he’d had friends in his past life, but those memories had faded long ago. Now, at twenty, he realized he didn’t even know where to begin.
The problem was obvious.
He’d been living this life like a carefully managed simulation. The people ...
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