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... ss waves.
Dust clung to her uniform as she lay curled against the cold classroom floor. Her breath was shallow. Delicate fingers trembled as they dug into the fabric of her shirt.
Each inhale felt sharp, as though her insides had been rearranged by Damien’s kick.
It was strange—how pain always made her remember things she wanted to forget.
For the past three months, fragments of unfamiliar memories had begun to intrude upon her life like an uninvited guest.
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