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The bell they gave me is loud in the dark, but I dont care. Adam comes in, bleary-eyed, in his boxers and T-shirt.
You left me.
I just this second went down to make a cup of tea.
I dont believe him. And I dont care about his cup of tea. He can drink tepid water from my jug if hes desperate.
Hold my hand. Dont let go.
Every time I close my eyes, I fall. Endlessly falling.
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