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of my hous

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most pretend I was

mo

my mattress, arms wrapped around my knees,

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ilt - a habit I didn't remember picking up,

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pposed t

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grab shoes. Or my

ust

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could

esitated - I wouldn'

gh the alleyways behind our street

re but

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y arms, knees - maybe

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o tell him

pered, "Please

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leave

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es heavier than the bullets in my gun - and I

en, please don't hurt me -

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il

between not hurting t

had never been

into my arms like some idiot

t my shoulder, a tremo

smeared

lawing at me - the one that said protect

os

ough the alley as he stepped outside. His hand

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to get ri

him for a

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hing I thought I'd buried years ago

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e. B

n the emergency room and walk a

als asked

ls left

raw terror etched into her sleepi

't survive

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red but d

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