Prompt #8

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You wake up with an aching back. You hiss at the cold floor under your bare feet. You quickly make your way downstairs, where you hear laughter. You were halfway to the kitchen, when you see their stares. It all hits you like a train, memories flooding back. Shit, you were supposed to be dead.

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