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phil holds his breath as he stands in the kitchen, making sure no sounds except breathing can be heard. he types a few letters into his search bar and reads with shaking hands and a deathly dropping heart as his half-thoughts are confirmed.

he'll make the phone call later, when the glow of the rising sun on the carpet doesn't make his head spin.

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