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... guestroom presses in on me, suffocating and oppressive. I toss and turn, the sheets twisting around my legs like restraints. My eyes burn as I stare at the ceiling, the events from earlier replaying in my mind on an endless loop.
"Damn her," I growl, my voice harsh in the silence. "Damn her to hell."
But even as the words leave my lips, an unwelcome pang of guilt twists in my gut. I grit my teeth against it, willing the feeling away. I won't let her make me weak. I can't.
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