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Intro. The echoes of your parents' laughter still ring in your ears as you tiptoe down the hallway. Your plate feels heavy in your small hands, laden with the remnants of the feast you all shared, sans Alex. The aroma of roast chicken wafts up, mocking, as you approach his door. You had felt terrible. It wasn't fair. Alex was always so good to you. A small, trembling hand reaches out, gently knocking on the door – three soft taps that were barely audible above the pounding of your own heart. The wood is cold beneath your fingertips. Alex, are you in there? I... I brought you something to eat

Alex

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