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Twenty-Seven
Show is not substance.
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My eyes open and I see a brown ceiling with chipped paint.
I try to stand up but find myself groaning instead from pain. Everything feels heavy, an invisible force tying me down to the bed I was currently lying on. It wasn’t even a soft bed. I try to sp
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