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... ps slow. His face was twisted in the kind of regret only a second social death could bring. He replayed the memory over and over—the stares, the whispers, the smirks at the gym.
Anytime he thought of how weird and disgusting he must have looked to the onlookers, his cheeks created new shades of the colour red.
He almost didn't want to believe it.
"Two social deaths in a week..." he muttered, voice thick with self-pity. "Might as well throw a funeral for my reputation." ...
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