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Chapter 2 The Afterlife of a Fool.

Word Count: 1067    |    Released on: 04/04/2025

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her's

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was sad. "Not yet.

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as

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eyes at our last

d. "Why did t

ecause you were never suppose

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med, but she c

. Glass exploded. My mom threw her body o

sil

he streetlights. Adrian Voss, younger, terrified, trying to make a phone ca

ory sha

er ordered it. To steal my work

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me for you too, Elena. Un

, Stay here, with

My voice cracked.

. "But it wont be the same. You will remember. You'll figh

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"But this is the only way. Go

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allowing her l

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as weak. Tubes connected to my

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a

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ck

ed in, hair perfectly messy,

es. Then his arms wrapped around me, tight

he said, pulling away.

. You pushed me

ds stuck in

world it was

d. "The poor thing lost her mot

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he whispered once,

ongue unti

later, I fou

ed with contracts and a silver flask. Beneat

heart m

m's old medical journals. Digitalis toxicity

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stood in the doorway, smiling. "

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sa

a liar" I

y hand. "You're paranoid. It's the

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until h

on the nightstand. I sw

a Messages

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w. The

very incriminating file in his briefcase, the shell companies

would be

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I said, my voice stea

? Cry to the press? You're just a b

her red lips curved in a

cony railing and said, "You w

ould miss you? Your father is half-dead. Your 'friends' a

h me. "Don't you d

me and I dodged, bu

ye, so

th pushed me o

fe

s. Then

r form flickering. "Last chan

"Why do I have to

was." She pressed her hand to my

ght ex

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