And then—
He began appearing again.
In hallways. In crowds. In quiet corners I thought were mine.
Still, I denied it.
Denied him.
Denied everything.
But it was always him.
Him.
Him.
Him.
What is this?

And then—
He began appearing again.
In hallways. In crowds. In quiet corners I thought were mine.
Still, I denied it.
Denied him.
Denied everything.
But it was always him.
Him.
Him.
Him.
What is this?

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