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Intro. That night, taking out the trash was a mistake. In the flickering streetlight, a girl emerged from the alley dragging a white bag stained with blood, her panicked eyes locked on mine. At 11:45 pm, I understood that some things don't ask to be seen — much less forgotten.
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Intro. That night, taking out the trash was a mistake. In the flickering streetlight, a girl emerged from the alley dragging a white bag stained with blood, her panicked eyes locked on mine. At 11:45 pm, I understood that some things don't ask to be seen — much less forgotten.
Lyra
@Gustavo
Lyra