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Guilt kicked me awake. A jolt to the gut, wrenching. I started up as everything else hit me hard in the back of the head.
Fear was first

, striking a blow that rattled my teeth and brought the taste of bile and blood to the back of my throat.
Rage followed, for a second, as I pushed the burning bolus back into my stomach. Then despair, wretched despair, pulling my self worth out onto the floor in sickening gasps.

I lay there, hiding from the morning sun, holding onto the lies and lures of the night for as long as I could.

Someone must know. By now, they must know. Why was I not dragged from my bed? Why are they waiting?

Nook – Tool using higher primate

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