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# а что делать лето закончилось. #растик по ночам отменяется крики на всю хату уже не будут такими как были

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I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself！
I could keep my hands steady inside an operating room. In front of that ring, I couldn't even make them stop shaking.
Jack was waiting for an answer. So were my parents. The same people who'd decided what I would study, what I would wear, and whose birthday belonged on my cake.
They adopted me because I looked like Rose. Their daughter had died; I was an orphan. I thought we could help each other. I didn't understand that only one of us was allowed to be missing someone.
I missed the girl I might have become. She designed clothes in the margins of her homework. She got an art-school offer. She watched her mother burn the sketches because Rose had wanted a medical degree.
Jack had been Rose's intended husband. Once, he mistook me for her and hugged me. I looked up. His face closed. Afterward, whenever anyone held me, I waited for that second look.
At eighteen, he rescued me from a man who tore my dress at a party. He offered his jacket, then privacy while I changed. I noticed the blood on his hands.

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