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history of ment

ly harm yourself to

en, I saw him. A man named David, a childhood friend of

gh the line of reporters. "You did

est, the hot liquid soaking through my blouse, scalding my skin. The crowd gasped,

tering in my hair, the yo

sn't moving. He wasn't calling for security. He just watched, his expression ca

ees on the hard pavement. The pain in my bandaged hand flared.

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p. She rushed out, a vis

her way to me. She knelt down, trying to help m

for the nearby microphones to pick up. Then, her voice dropped lower, for my ears only. "J

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up by a reporter. It was a live feed of the assau

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d to shout, but my voice was lost in

. Why was this happening again? I had changed the key event. I hadn't operated. I had injured my

s voice, loud and clear

e. "But I know my husband's life was put in danger. We have the surgical record

od ran

e a video of me doing anything but d

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with a sob. "He couldn't bear to watch it, but he knows it's

had a

anufacture

anyway. They had found a way to create the evidence

't stopped them. It had only chang