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CHAPTER 59 : THE RED LINE
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2026-03-15 21:08:00Diane
I'm already on him.
Rage is a red veil before my eyes. I swing my arm back, all the force of my body, my humiliation, concentrated in the palm of my hand. I want to erase him. Erase that smile, that kiss, that absolute certainty.
This time, the trajectory is shorter, more violent. I'm too close, too fast.
But he is even faster.
His hand isn't lightning. It's a wall. It rises, intercepts my wrist centimeters from his face with a precision
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