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He clicked the first video. A younger version of himself—baggy jeans, a shattered phone screen, and eyes that held too much hurt—stared back from the thumbnail. The beat dropped. That pitched-up voice crooned about heartbreak and purple potions.
The cursor blinked on the laptop screen, mocking him. "You searched for Juice Wrld." You searched for Juice Wrld
He didn't need to search for Juice Wrld anymore. He had finally learned how to live with the ghost. He clicked the first video