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VIOLA ANONYMOUS
VIOLA GROANS ANNONYINGLY, HER body stiff with fatigue as she snuggles deeper into the white flannelette sheets of her bed. The strange texts managed to keep her captive in bed, an ongoing cycle of thoughts running through her mind in a never-ending loop and stopping her from getting up—not that she was complaining.
who are you?
[7:32am]
As soon as her fingers leave the keypad she sets her phone down with a huff, crossing her arms and feeling something heavy in the deep pit of her stomach.