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LAYLA

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WEDNESDAY

A guilty conscience. They ingrained it in everyone. From birth. Some people spend their entire lives suppressing it. Not feeling that pain in your heart when you don't scan an item at the grocery store.

Neglecting the tightness in your chest when you grab something the other person desperately wants.

To take it up a notch - pulling a trigger on another human being and still laying down at night.

My father expected me to take whatever I wanted. That's how he raised me, so my conscience has always been secondary. I'd never felt it so intensely until this moment.

Hiding the guy who hurt your friend from her then going to the park with said friend.

Freya and I arrived at the park. We used my car, and she hopped in the back instead of the passenger seat. Not much of a deal, but it made me pause for a few seconds and stare at her. She buried her eyes in her cell phone.

I kept my eyes on the road, but sometimes my mind came up with a scenario like this -

"You bit