Chapter 120 Ideal type

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Eve

The room felt too big and too small at the same time, like the walls were breathing in on me, pressing against my ribs, but the bed was swallowing me whole. I’d curled into the smallest ball I could manage, knees to chest, arms wrapped tight around myself like that...

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