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... kept pacing. Back and forth, across the cold marble floor, the sharp sound of my steps echoing louder with each turn. The same path, over and over again.
I felt like the hard marble already shaped the trace of my shoes in it as the pacing got more frantic.
My hand was clenched so tight around the phone, my knuckles were starting to ache. I didn’t even remember starting to shake, but there it was—my fingers twitching just enough to make the screen blur when I lifted it again.
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