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... s had been lit. The girl smiled at me when they walked past, and they acknowledged my existence. Never had I been reminded of our need for societal acceptance as I had since coming here. Not having anyone talking to me was a mental torture that competed with the spell on my chest. However, another thing I also realized was my part in this game. To survive and win, I needed to become exactly what Nathaniel wanted me to be, and it didn’t feel too far-fetched from who I was.
I looked around ...
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