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Everyday a nurse comes in locking the door behind her and hands me a cluster of colorful pills watching intently as I swallow each one.

She then asks if she is still here.

I turn and look at her sitting in the corner of the room pretending to take pills and choking.

I nod slowly.

She sighs and leaves closing the door quietly behind her.

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