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A failure is a failure
Z, X, and Commander Asshat stand at the front of the instructional room reviewing our footage. It’s been replayed three times, reminding me of what a failure my performance was. Since showering off the grime of the day, I’ve been walking around in this mental haze of some sort. Like I’m having an outer body experience or something. I know my body is physically present, but my mind is still on that damned course. Going over every moment that slowed me down. Calculating it so that I never find myself in that same position again. Today showed me that while I’ve made it here; I am in no way prepared to be an assassin. Everything I thought I knew before; I need to throw out into the abyss. Bailey Graff needs to be reformed. Reprogrammed. I need to learn how to separate my mind fr
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