Amy Breckenridge

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The loneliness that enveloped me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Not the kind of stark, grief-filled loneliness that came from missing someone, like after each of my parents had died. This felt like I was shouting in a room full of people, but none of them could see or hear me. I was becoming invisible. Irrelevant.
The Last Secret of Lily Adams
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