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cidence or was he just an absolute creep that had found out every single detail about me but my concerns were drifted away when my eyes fell on a little packet at

s before beginning to open it up, what was inside, it was something out of a

even a photo of his hands running through my hair as I slept and instantly, I threw the

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nging pain on my flesh as I tore into it, there was something therapeutic about it. Even if I knew it was wrong, it couldn��t feel any more right, it allowed me the luxury of focusing on something else other than the nightmare th

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