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Kevin' s sharp, accusing voice sliced through the heavy haze. He stood in my old room, its faded floral wallpaper mocking me, holding up a therapeutic massager. "What' s this, Ashley? Something dirty?"
My heart hammered, a wild bird trapped. I blinked. It was real. I was back.
This exact moment, this very massager, had been the fuse of my first life' s destruction.
My younger brother, Kevin, had whined for it, then vilely twisted its purpose, spreading insidious rumors about my promiscuity at college.
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