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43. H E N R Y
"Henry, for God's sake, turn off that dreaded song! It's been two days!" Chris's voice boomed from outside my door, sounding more exasperated than usual.
Careless Whisper had been playing on repeat for forty-eight hours straight, filling the room with its haunting saxophone melody. It was the only thing that made sense right now, the only sound that matched the broken rhythm of my heart. The rest of the world was a jarring cacophony I didn't want to hear.
"Don't make me call Mom," Chris threatened, his tone taking on that authoritative edge that always managed to get through to me.
Shit. I reached for the remote and silenced the music.
There was a moment of silence before Chris spoke again, his voice softer this tim
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