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... st Camille. Her back was pressed against a cold pipe, her thighs numb from crouching for too long, and the air smelled like mildew, rust, and mystery trauma. The girl hadn’t moved from the far wall—still hunched, still clutching that Frankenstein’s knife like it was her favorite emotional support weapon.
Camille’s thoughts, however, were sprinting laps.
Okay. We are officially in Crazy Town. Population: Knife Goblin and two tired girls. Beautiful. Fantastic. Peak vacation energy. ...
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