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... hought he’d felt empty before, but that had been nothing. He was utterly hollow now. It seemed that the faintest breeze would be enough to shatter the fragile shell of him. He let himself sit like that for a little while. He knew he couldn’t sit there much longer, but he needed at least a few moments of calm before he faced the rest of the world and all of its demands again. Almost of their own volition, his hands rose to his face and scrubbed away the drying remnants of wetness on his cheeks. H ...
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