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Chapter 128: It touches itself...
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... tely losing it.
Laughing.
Like, full-body shaking, stomach-cramping, lungs-wheezing laughing.
Tears clung to the corners of my eyes.
My ribs hurt.
My soul hurt.
It was beautiful.
Because right next to me, Kent was sprawled on the ground like someone had unplugged him from reality.
He kept scooting backwards one pathetic shuffle at a time.
His palms scrambled against the forest floor like a newborn deer trying to moonwalk. ...
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