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I could die. That was obviously an option all alongβand I knew itβbut in that moment, in that gloomy room, for some unknown reason β¦ it finally sunk in. Like, really sunk in. And it sunk in hard. I felt the floor tip under me. I donβt mean that in a fancy-pants, writing way. I mean it felt like the floor actually tipped under my feetβseverelyβand then dropped away.
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