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There it was again.
Whisper. Whisper. Whisper. Again and again.
They echoed through the halls, cascaded off the empty halls, chorused the singular feminine scream.

"She's attempted suicide." it spoke.
"Death by pills and razors. Fitting." Another whisper spoke.

But he shouldn't care, right?

Wrong.

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