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mmentary whispered, a constant, insidious pre
d never seen before entered my room. T
. They' ll stage something. Make
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an. For a wild, desperate moment,
was
of any warmth I once knew.
, his voice flat. "
. Legal documents. My eyes scanned the hea
voice was a choked whisper. The
his tone. "You're clearly not well. Mentally unstable." He
ged to get into my system were
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the one who' s been w
ned and walked out, leaving me with the leering orderlies and the papers that officially declared me b
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