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... nothing but empty space where Logan should be. The monitors shriek as my heart rate spikes, their electronic wails piercing through my skull.
Shit.
Shit, fuck, damn.
Not again.
I cannot lose control. The price is too high.
I squeeze my eyes shut and clamp my hands over my ears, curling into myself until my knees press against my chest.
"James Cooper," I whisper, my voice trembling. I probably sound like some sort of horror movie voice-over, and my ...
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