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... in the little girl's face.
"Wait! Don't go! Hold on; I'll get help!" The little girl shouts while I could hear slowly dimming footsteps running away from my house, leftover by my parent's inheritance.
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I walked through the house's dark hall before reaching the kitchen, where I grabbed the sharpest knife I could find and pressed it against my neck.
My hands began to shake, and I spaced out for a bit, and I only came back once I heard a banging on my doo ...
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