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Chapter 9 - The Story on Paper
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2025-12-18 09:00:13LEAH
I wake up already tired. Not the usual tired from a bad night’s sleep, not even the bone-deep exhaustion that comes from crying too much. This is different. Heavy. Like someone poured wet cement into my skull while I was dreaming and now every thought has to drag itself through it. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I stare at the ceiling fan. The blades aren’t even on and I still feel like the room
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