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2025-02-04 12:00:17{EDMONDO'S POV}
**I’m fucking tired. I don’t know what it is today, but my brain is screaming at me. Every word, every whisper, every fucking second feels like it’s coming at me from all directions.But I don’t get to stop. Not yet. Not when everything’s on the line.I sit in the middle of the ceremony, watching people bustle around like it’s just another fucking day. But it’s not. Not anymore.There’s something wrong in the air. Something thick, like a storm’s about to break. I try to shake it off, but my head won’t stop spinning. The sharp, pulsing pain in my skull is there again, tugging at the corners of my vision.I rub my temple, trying to drown it out. But it gets worse.Fuck.I blink and glance at Cara.She’s standing across the playground, all bubbly and happy, bouncing around like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Her smile is wide, her energy is filling the whole outside sp
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