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... sed. Some half-torn. I remember when I played football, and my nails would split from the impact of the ball. Funny, the things you remember when you’re breaking. A stream of dirt and hair floats around me—grime shed from my skin like dead memories. I lift my hand, watching how the water runs down my fingers like thin rivers, and for a second, I wonder if this is what it’s like to die quietly.
Still trembling, I try to rub warmth into my arms, but even that feels pointless. My muscles ar ...
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