“No,” she whispered. “The last time I was this sick, I was alone. In a place with beige walls and locked doors. I called for you. You didn’t come.”
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A pause. Then the lock clicked.
“No,” she whispered. “The last time I was this sick, I was alone. In a place with beige walls and locked doors. I called for you. You didn’t come.”
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A pause. Then the lock clicked.