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... the beeping from the monitoring device slowed to a dull, annoying rhythm. The damn thing always did this. Like I needed a machine to tell me when I was pissed off.
I leaned back, exhaling through gritted teeth. My head still buzzed, but not just from that garbage game. No, that was just the cherry on top.
What really made my blood boil—the thing that truly made me sick—was people.
The types of people I couldn't stand.
The ones who make promises but never back them ...
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