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Crystal OduwaLooks like the truth may come to light? Will it? Well, we'll just have to wait for the next
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CAMILLA RENÉEMONDAY.I retracted as many steps as I could, maybe five or six. It still didn't feel enough, his presence still crowded my senses and this wasn't in a good way. The goal was to create as much space between us as I could. His goal was to make me cower in fear. That has always been his motive. I keep letting him though. Stupid. Dumb. Scared. Camilla. The more steps I retraced, the more steps he took to close the gap, plummeting all my efforts at getting away from him. Meanwhile, that mini attack was building up quickly, creating this huge lump in my chest. I didn't mean that figuratively, maybe it's just in my head but I still found it difficult to draw any breath. I'm sucking in as much as I can, but it's hard. It's hard.Still, I kept moving backwards. He did the opposite and a hand flew to my chest.One more step behind and my back hit something strong. A human wall if you may.
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