Your phone lights up on your nightstand, revealing the time: 12:48 a.m. You’d planned to sleep hours earlier, but you can’t. The sliding of one page over another is the only sound stabbing through the night’s silence. Adrenaline is pulsing in your ears. Just a few more pages, a recycled lie you tell yourself as you glance at the time. When you hit the end of the chapter, the airtight alibi that’s driven the last 50 pages is now singing with the wind. And you realize the writer has manipulated you once again to continue on.
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