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... into my room and slammed the door shut. My hands were shaking as I pulled open my closet, grabbing whatever I could.
The room was quiet except for the sound of the zipper screeching as I dragged it across my travel bag. I tossed in a few shirts, a pair of jeans, socks, my charger. That was all. I didn't care about anything else. I had a trip planned in a few days, but at that moment, I couldn't even remember what the trip was for, or why it mattered.
Because everything was burnin ...
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