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... tate by now, and I have no heart to come and say goodbye to that woman.
The air conditioner kept me from dying from being drowned in my own sweat. The room still smelled faintly of the steak I ate this noon... Because of course, eating food in an enclosed room with air conditioner on was a good idea.
Twenty-one hours.
It had officially been 21 hours since I died.
And I still couldn’t get up.
THIS IS FUCKING PATHETIC
I screamed at m ...
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