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I kept walking until I got to the other side of the room. Letting my back softly scrape against the wood. I turned around slowly to face the wall as I slowly put my hands onto it feeling the splinters, the indents, and the memories. My head softly rest against the peeling wallpaper, and I breathed in and again slightly choking on a tear.
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