Under Pressure
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Humans don’t do so well when put under extreme pressure. Some burst, some break; only a few manage. This story is about all of that. How we changed each other’s lives. How she made me burst, and I made her break. But this is the real story. Not the one they told you on the news- They say I am a monster. If I’m a monster, she’s my Doctor Frankenstein.
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