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lip the phone into my pocket and keep walking,

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k the necklace under my shirt like it was something

se I didn't want to lose i

n corners without direction, feet moving just to escape my own thoughts

ognize this part of the building. And oddly,

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overhead lights shift to a soft, golden glow. I blink. For a mo

open. Laughter and voices drift from inside.

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at, I step into