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... listen to him. Why would I? I never asked for his fake concern. I would not die from wounds like these, and their purpose of fucking me would still be served.
They could hurt me, insult me with their filthy words, and I would take it. But I could not stomach false concern, not from them or anyone. So fuck it.
Standing beneath the shower, I let the water wash away the exhaustion clinging to my skin. The vivid memories of Alice’s death surfaced last night like my worst nightmare a ...
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