Chapter 33 Band-Aids and Apple Slices

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I can't sleep.

Every time I try to close my eyes, I see that mortifying scene before my eyes and it makes me want to die on the inside.

I sit up in bed and look around the dark, unfamiliar room. To me, sleeping in a room I've never been in before feels strange for the first few times. Mayb...

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