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Nothingthrough my brain without context

Two figures appear behind hiaze drops further out of focus They pull him up and away from me, and the sudden absence of his body over h me A sense of loss

It’s al

Another screeching sound is rising in the air, and I grih-pitched wail That does hurt just as much as Monica’s voice Maybe more, because it’s incessant, nev

er-ending

The three men disappear from view, and for aup at the flickering streetlaht sky beyond

Then new bodies surroundin clipped, serious tones

They’re here to save th fades fro

But I think they’re too late

I think I’m already dead

Chapter 1

Two and a Half Years Later

Looks like it’s gonna be another busy night for drinks

I eye the rowdy crowd of rich college kids sitting across the rooainst the table like caveroup raises his glass and calls out a cheer to their last week of freedo of jealousy hits rin The girls sitting with thele as their boyfriends kiss their hands and wrap their arms around them

That should be