twenty eight

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You kept staring at me today like I was making you angrier by the second.

Like I shouldn't be here.

Then sneered, "Why aren't you dead yet?".

I've been in pain. I think I'm dying.

Am I going to die?

I hope so. You'll like me then. Right?

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