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... rity. They look at me differently now. Pity in their eyes, or worse, indifference. I was someone. Now, I’m a ghost. They walk through me as if I don’t exist.
All because of him. All because of Lyle!
As expected, there was no date and the handwriting was almost jargon. Luckily, working at hospitals made Dasha very acquainted with incomprehensible writing. He flipped through several pages, eyes scanning until he found another interesting entry. Bennet see ...
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