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The elevator was crowded, but there was no one there. You could feel their presence, squishing until you vomit. Ghostly bodies pressed against each other like a can of tuna. This is what it feels like, to be scared of the world. The feel of everyone's gaze, looking at you, the one who's supposed to make a difference. I wish mom was here, she'd know what to do.
