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Room 227, Tuesday Afternoon
May. 20th, 2025 11:33 amHenry still wasn't certain that he wasn't dead.
He'd spent the past week and a half just... going along with whatever was happening here. He didn't know what else to do. He listened to people explain things he barely understood, and he went rummaging around to complete assignments that made no sense, and...
And he was here.
In a bed so soft he wasn't sure what it was made of, staring at the ceiling with the door open, thinking about death. And life. And which one of those he was currently involved in.
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He'd spent the past week and a half just... going along with whatever was happening here. He didn't know what else to do. He listened to people explain things he barely understood, and he went rummaging around to complete assignments that made no sense, and...
And he was here.
In a bed so soft he wasn't sure what it was made of, staring at the ceiling with the door open, thinking about death. And life. And which one of those he was currently involved in.
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