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Obligated Betrayal Research Paper

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On restless nights I have the best memory. The memory of unadulterated betrayal. A betrayal that cuts deep like an oil drill. Slowly edging deeper and deeper into the soil. Cutting through the thickest layer, until at last, the drill is fully submerged in the ground. Then, the worst. It begins by sucking every ounce of oil from the well until, nothing remains. Just a barren cell, that once, had so much to offer. It's sort of like a memory I recall. Have you ever watched an incoming storm? I have. You see the signs, the darkness encroaching on all light, the wall of steady droplets plummeting to the ground. You see so many warning signs, yet, the darkness is inviting, almost sensational. It drags you in regardless of better judgment, and you

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