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on the handle. I turn it slowly, once, twice. Not

precision. The smallest detail, the most tiny abnormality co

gaze clings to the high windows, the heavy curtains that partially mask the out

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test your limi

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my heart gets carried away. He doesn't touch me. He simply lets his fi

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each window, each possible outlet. The only que

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enough to see the outside. A

my teeth.

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the edge of the roof. A burst of wind strikes me,

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hesitate

my feet violently touch the ground. I ride

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