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I whip my head around,
thinking if I tried hard enough,
I'll be able to make out her silhouette
inside the room.

"I thought seven chances would be enough."
Seven chances.
"I'm sorry, Tryst."

She-
she helped me this whole time.

My mother.

Those beads...
were from her necklace.

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