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The gold doors opened and I raced out and down the hall. I briefly heard the security guard say something about working late, but I just waved and sped past him. With each step my body reminded me of the events of the last hour. As I reached my car I pressed the button on the alarm, pulled open the door and collapsed into the safety of the leather seats. I looked up and met my eyes in the rear view mirror. What. The. Fuck. Was. That?
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As soon as I get into the bathroom and see myself reflected into the mirror, flashbacks come to my mind. Last night I got myself into a fight. I see a bruise has started to form around my left eye. I've also got a wound on my head, the blood is already dry, that must be why the pillow is stained. Fuck. I must call Abel, he will surely remember at least more than me. I go to my bedroom again and look for my mobile phone, the battery almost run out. But it has enough to make a call. Of course, he doesn't answer. He must be sleeping off. I take a pair of boxers and an old hoodie and sweat pants and get into the bathroom. The T-Shirt I'm wearing just stinks. As soon as I take it off, the silver chain I always wear makes a little noise. I think of her.

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