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Now, Marcia and the other Subjects were emerging from the dressing room, shock on all their faces.
Lance, still closest to Bess, had his hands up, trying to placate her. "Bess. It's not a joke. Calm down."
Tim walked over as well. "Seriously, Bess. It's not a..."
Her heart was beating like a triphammer, and her breath was coming faster than she could handle. "THIS IS NOT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE! I'M A FREAK! I'M NOT...I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE..."
Bess wavered. Her vision started to fuzz. All she could hear was a hollow rushing sound.
"...happy."
Bess pitched forward, her head hitting a desk on the way down. There was a scream, and everything went black.
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