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Jenny

My words rang out in the cold, stark room, echoing against empty walls as my voice wavered. “Zachary," I began, my voice a strained blade, “Get out.” It was imperative, I had to hold my ground and so I forced myself to emphasize each and every word as my voice broke under the overwhelming surge of emotions. With trembling lips, I voiced it again, “Get out, Zachary