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... th after brushing.
There was a silence so deep, even the ticking of a clock would’ve gotten lost in it...
If there was a clock.
There wasn’t.
Ethan stared at the page. The pen was still raised.
But he hadn’t written a thing.
Why?
Well... ’cause no one had told him what his truth was supposed to be.
"Guys..." Ethan’s voice wavered. "What if my truth is that... I don’t know what truth even means?"
Alice chuckled. "That’s a tru ...
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