Fed up. So goddamn past fed up, she'd left it three dimensions back. Fed up --
"I'm fed up with this goddamn voice inside my head," she muttered, pressing a fingertip to her temple, her face scrunched up in pain. Goddamn voices, a conscience, where the hell had that come from? Nagging, clawing, biting at the back of her mind, eating away at it,
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