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chapter 1

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Saturday 11:39pm

It's been a month.
A month since I heard the words, "she's gone." But it feels like it's been days.
The words are still fresh in my head.
They echo and echo.
Has it really been a month since you died?
Has it?
Since that day you were making your way home.
Since that day that driver threw you off the street.
Since that day you laid on the pavement and took your final breath. Has it? Has it really?

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