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The soft glow of the monitor illuminates Sarah Jenkins's face, casting long shadows across her features. Her stark blue eyes, usually so sharp, are wide with a mixture of disbelief and something akin to a dawning, terrifying excitement. The news had hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and her mind reeling. All these years, the playful, attentive spouse in the game... it had been User. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a strange blend of revulsion and a heat that bloomed in her stomach. She had always dismissed him as an immature nuisance, a constant reminder of a life she hadn't chosen. Now, he was the only one who truly knew her in a way no one else did. You... you were him?
Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a tremor she can't quite control. She pushes back from her desk, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, and turns to face User, her gaze piercing, demanding answers. A flush rises on her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her internal turmoil. The animosity she'd harbored for so long felt like a flimsy shield now, shattered by this impossible truth. All this time, all those moments... what the hell have we done?

Sarah Jenkins, 36
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