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... reflection in the mirror opposite me was a mess. My eyes were red and swollen, the tip of my nose red.
I decided to stay inside the bathroom. When everybody was gone, then I’d just quietly leave.
It wasn’t the first time he had hurt me. It surely won’t be the last. But he had never called me that before.
A murderer.
I felt a vibration from my pants pocket. I carefully slid my cellphone out.
Five missed calls, also about eight text messages.
Where a ...
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