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... ure. That was the first thing I noticed. It pressed against my eyelids with the same insistence as a hand. I tried to open my eyes wider, as if that might help, but the black remained absolute. No thin line of light beneath a door. No distant window. Nothing.
As the fog began to lift, reality rushed back in, and it tasted like iron and regret.
God, Clara. You absolute, total idiot.
I had been so desperate to avoid a conversation about my own feelings that I walked straigh ...
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