Guilt
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I rang the doorbell to his house. There was a sick feeling in my stomach, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Was it the hangover? No. No, I knew the feeling. The heavy, heart-pounding feeling. The feeling that made your whole body hurt. It was consuming me from the inside. A burden on my shoulders. A monster. Guilt.
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