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There was a snapping sound from within as every taut string that had been holding my heart for so long flinched away, and the red thing dropped like a stone. I felt my hands. They were cold and wet. Like a small ocean pebble, I lay there and waited for every shuddering wave to gently wash over, numbing every inch of me that had once felt so warm.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
Red Stone
There was a snapping sound from within as every taut string that had been holding my heart for so long flinched away, and the red thing dropped like a stone. I felt my hands. They were cold and wet. Like a small ocean pebble, I lay there and waited for every shuddering wave to gently wash over, numbing every inch of me that had once felt so warm.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
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