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rom a distance, I could hear slow music playing. It was a little past 7 in the evening, and I was too tired to open
s were becoming unbearable. I counted to three to motivate myself, b
eached inside but couldn't find my phone. I had forgotten I put it in the sm
ould close the door, the phone started ringing again. I turned on the light with the
aller was, but it was an unknown number. I dialed back, thinking it might be the new cli
e, cool and calm, answered.
o is this, pl
met at the groce
ate. How
if you got home safely since you i
was too tired to go in, so I just sat in the corri
ing a ride, I must respect your wishes. You should get some res
or checking in," I
n front of the mirror to undress. I love undressing in front of the mirror; it makes me feel comfortable and s
yes focused on the stitches on my stomach. I rubbed my middle finger around them and t
ver happen ag
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