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It was too quiet here. Too clean. Too perfect.
No Monica. No Mark. No Jimmy. No yelling. No fists. Just silence, sharp enough to cut through my skin.
I thought silence would feel safe. It didn’t. It felt like punishment.
When I first arrived, I waited for rules. Someone to tell me what to do, how to breathe, how to exist. But no one did. They just left food, plates piled high with soft bread, meat glistening under strange sauces, and fruit that smelled too sweet. I s ...
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