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Kylie shook her head. "All I remember is getting ready for bed and a really bad pain in my head, and... thats it,"
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"Got it... got it." He murmured sadly, seemingly losing hope in figuring it out.
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The doctor walked in, report in hand.
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"Well?" Max asked, bracing for the worst.
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"I'm sorry to inform you, Ms. Summers, but you've been s3xu*lly assaulted," the doctor spoke softly.
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Max was quiet, looking up at the doctor. "Do you have... any idea who it was?"
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The doctor shook her head. "I'm sorry, he left no biological evidence," she explained. Kylie was just frozen, horrified, scared, sad...
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Max kept a blank expression, eyes empty as he zoned out.
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