

The next morning came too fast. My alarm buzzed at 6:30, slicing through my dreams like a tailor’s shears. I slapped it off and blinked at the ceiling, yesterday's conversation echoing in my head.



The next morning came too fast. My alarm buzzed at 6:30, slicing through my dreams like a tailor’s shears. I slapped it off and blinked at the ceiling, yesterday's conversation echoing in my head.

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