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Sarah
It’s the morning of the final elimination. I am awake when my alarm clock goes off. Then again, I don’t remember ever having slept last night.
Groaning, I sit up. The bed beside me is cold, the first time in two weeks it’s been completely vacated. My eyes don’t even water at the thought.
I cried for so long last night that all my tears are dried up. Why is Smith choosing today of all days to stress me out with this breakup stuff?
I know, but I’m still pissed off. How dare he put a single ounce of extra pressure on my shoulders today?
I take a few extra minutes getting dressed this morning, my nerves about today’s elimination growing with every moment. I should dress how I want people to see me when I leave here…
So I skip over my denim skirts and flowery shirts. Instead I c
