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I couldn’t do it anymore

Jack leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “But why have you never reached out to your friends? They’ve missed you, Tom, especially. He spoke so fondly of you when we met him.” Charles’s eyes softened at the mention of Tom. “Tom was like a brother to me,” he admitted. “But after Mary… I couldn’t face anyone. I didn’t want them to see what I had become.”
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