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... leaving behind that eerie, scrubbed-clean silence that follows a disaster. The pale, watery morning light filtering through the heavy curtains.
My head throbbed with a dull and I lay there for a long time, staring at the canopy of the bed, trying to figure out how to be myself again when I felt like a version of me that had been put through a paper shredder.
Last night happened. The truth happened.
I dragged myself out of bed, dressed with Hattie’s silent, wide-eyed assis ...
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