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So I ran, once again, with my broken and dry fingers, back to The Place. “You don’t need this, you don’t want this, this is unhealthy,” I forced myself to think as I ran to the abandoned lake behind the neighbor’s rusty fence. This was the last straw. I’d been completely ignorant for too long, and all I needed now was some rest and serenity, away from the cold, hard reality.

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