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me. A ghost he wouldn

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wave of dizziness hit me. T

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r that felt less like love and more like possession. Like he was

ection. We never di

the cabinet under the sink until I found th

ing so badly I dro

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go. He would lock me in this tower and thr

fe. I would be a v

ould be raised in a world of b

erce, primal protectiveness surged through

him have you,

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aling his