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115. The scream of oncoming doom.
I couldn't maintain my composure, and my thoughts seemed to be a vortex of stress and fear in the hospital's depressing hallway, the smell of medicines and chemicals invading my nose and making me feel nauseous. Jenna sat in a chair between Angelina and me, just a few steps away from the operatio
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