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Kyle Interrogated
11 Kyle Interrogated Kyle didn’t so much wake up as come to. He was disoriented and felt awful. Something akin to a hangover with an elephant sitting atop your body. His joints hurt, his head spun, and the nausea was so intense he felt he might be sick. It was only then he realized a man had been standing behind him this whole time. The man yanked his hair back and pried open one of his eyes, then flicked on a penlight to examine the pupils. Kyle was exhausted and had a deep, ingrained feeling of panic, as if needles were jabbing into his heart and lungs. He had somehow descended into what could only be described as severe depression. It was deep and dark and carried with it a feeling like he’d never pull out. But mixed into the depression was anxiety stronger than he’d ever felt, and
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