This is a major waste of space, but I wanted the passage of time to be dramatic. You know, since I haven't done anything with this story in months. Yeah.
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Days…
Weeks…
Months pass. Every second is another agony filled moment in which she cowers in her room, hiding herself from the world.
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Well, that was… pretty much pointless, but the real next chapter is coming, so be patient and don't come after me with torches and pitchforks (although I haven't really got enough readers yet to make anyone mad at me).