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The air in the bedroom, which had felt so light and magical just an hour ago, was now heavy and suffocating. My chest felt like it was being crushed by a weight I had been carrying since the day he first walked into my life. I stood by the couch, my hand trembling as it rested on the soft fur of the panda he had won for me, the toy now a mocking reminder of a happiness I didn't think I was allowed to keep.
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