Chapter 40
FORTY
What the fuck? What the actual fuck?
My eyes suddenly start running with tears. I wipe them away, slip my sunglasses on, and turn around to the wall, so that no one can see my face. I can hardly breathe. There’s no air.
But I have to keep reading. And things are about to go from weird, to fully surreal.
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