They thought I’d break. They came armed with ink and arrogance, parading their victory through my front door like a coronation. I watched them pose for my downfall, drunk on rumors they’d helped design. Neighbors whispered. Lines were drawn. I let the story swell, let their confidence harden, let every eye fix on my supposed defeat—until the mome… Continues…
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