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"Finally."

I used the stairwells, it was dark as heck. but i keep running until i stumbled onto something.

"Fuck?" i complained, my knees starts to hurt. i heard foot steps, theyre running.
I stood up, limping. and finally, found my apartment door....

Actually apartment back door. i head in and that...

"Shit." i panted. i went to see the mirror... "Was that a hickey or...?" I asked myself.

Here i am now

Talking to my dumbshit self

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