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Looking at her results, Sarah experienced a calm she had not felt in a long time. At last, her future was clear.
When her parents discovered her dead body in a pool of blood, rigor mortis had already set in. She had slashed both her wrists. “FAILS,” declared the mark sheet pinned to her chest.
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