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The fog disappears gradually. I am alone. I am twenty-four. I am in the dark, in a bathtub full of tepid water. I hear rapid gunshot from the TV in the living room. And my father isn't coming anymore.
The fog disappears gradually.
I am alone. I am twenty-four. I am in the dark, in a bathtub full of tepid water. I hear rapid gunshot from the TV in the living room.
And my father isn't coming anymore.
