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I stare into the gas station cooler door, my reflection warped and stretched across the frosty glass. My face looks the same as it always does: pale, tired, and just a little bit pissed off at everything. My green eyes—yeah, those tell the real story. There’s a dullness in them, a hollowed-out look like someone scooped out whatever made them shine and forgot to fill them back in. I run a hand through my short black hair, more out of habit than anything, and think for the millionth time: Fu ...
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