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... my lips. "Aaaaaaaaaaa..." My eyelids fluttered open, and I was greeted by a wave of disorientation. The world around me was a blur, colors and shapes merging into an indistinct haze. "Fuck..." I muttered, my voice hoarse and barely above a whisper, the word feeling foreign on my tongue.
Memories of the past events flooded my mind like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me in their intensity. I recalled the searing pain of being shot by Trumann, the bullets tearing through my flesh, the ...
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