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Showering is my only escape from the unending stress. It's quiet. There's no multitasking. I don't have to think. My mind can slow down to a gentle stream. It's my only anchor sometimes. But even the heaviest, sturdiest anchors can have a weak link.

Now, my stress has been multiplied tenfold now after some strange instances and a stranger explanation.

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Every chapter title is from the tumblr post on the cover. That is my only direction for where this is going. Join the adventure.