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Then the system chimed: “End of experience. Return?”

I hesitated, Diary. You know I don’t usually buy into bleeding-edge tech. But after Jacob left, after the silence of this apartment became a second skin… I needed something new. Something that didn’t remind me of his coffee mug on the counter or the dent in the sofa where he used to sit. emilys diary pleasuree3dx new