The stale air in my house felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the world outside. It was 2025, a year that had started with so much promise, but now felt like a distant, cruel joke.
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The stale air in my house felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the world outside. It was 2025, a year that had started with so much promise, but now felt like a distant, cruel joke.