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... the last paper.
It was folded neatly, like someone had taken their time with it. But the moment I touched it, I felt sick. Like something was wrong. Like my soul already knew this would hurt.
This was supposed to be my reply.
But I never wrote a reply.
Still, I unfolded it.
My eyes scanned the words.
And suddenly, I couldn't breathe.
No.
No, no, no.
This wasn't me. I didn't write this.
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