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as she blinked back the rising panic in her chest. The image of the black

else ha

p inside her home without breakin

ng had be

ically,

quieter. Sharpe

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ey. He hadn't needed noi

instead-like a weap

ment too quiet, like it was

ross the living room in a hoodie and socks, gr

screen. Her thumb

t scream

red the question th

ld you e

h broke into my apartme

is making me feel th

ame. My habits

Or worse-the

d her more tha

beginning to und

need laws to

ve them. Around t

f a coffee with shaking hands, sat by the window, and

side, she lo

mething had cr

-

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him before she e

ed Nu

my chair last night. Bu

e onto the floor lik

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had watc

oyed watching h

oaded gun, then picked it up and typed

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mi

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cho of his words twi

-

days bled int

f in work. Emails. Meetin

ughed at the right moments. Sm

erythi

g inside her that she h

hing

hing

hing

o numb it, to hide it under logic and routine-it

s just a game. A dark

n it ha

-

offee shop. Sa

o lose herself in a capp

ad already ta

ught-until sh

as sitti

sting neatly on the wooden surf

against her ribs a

o letter

a p

h

ehind her be

resh from the shower.

was r

y get from being close. F

fr

d up witho

street. To the rooftops. Th

re was

. No shape hiding in t

ye

he was

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elope and walked straight out the d

-

ht, the

number

her body screaming *Don'

n't spe

d

re sc

s. Soft. Cert

idn't

r keeps you alert. Fear ke

hing lower. Something that w

the fear. Yo

ightened. "Y

r the smile in his voice. "But

ill come w

en, si

goo

thr

click of the

ll pressed to her ear, eve

oz

didn't know wh

cause

ouldn't control. A game she didn't k

t of her wanted