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Text: They're always the same. Always at night, in the forest, looking for Drea. The sound of his body lurking somewhere behind me. Branches breaking. Leaves crackling. Wind whirring in my ears, watering my eyes. And the pain in my stomach - sharp, raw, scathing. Real. My nightmares make me dread sleep. Each paragraph will be a test.

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