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meanwhile, his actual life, the one he let himself forget about almost every night, was just as miserable as always. everyone went on with their lives, but harry felt stuck. he was living the same day over and over. wake up, go to school, camp out in the bathroom with a blade. the only change he had was an occasional coffee with his bread. progress, right?

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