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... rtment floor. The silence was heavy... too heavy... broken only by the occasional buzz of city traffic far below.
Alex sat at the edge of his bed, phone in hand, but not dialing anyone. He wasn’t scrolling either. Just... staring at the small blinking:
[Emotional Dependency: 94%]
glowing faintly in the top-right corner of his system screen.
"Still 94%," he muttered to himself.
A soft chuckle echoed in his mind.
"Ninety-four percent and you’re sulki ...
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