Part 1: Alacrity

Keep it simple, I reminded myself. If this guy got any real thread to my story, I'd be doomed to dive down the rabbit hole with him.

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I had triumphed over sadistic staff members, beaten grave illness and stood up to my father in these clothes, but as I removed them, I saw them for what they were: rags.

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