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As I'm walking down my street my heart pumps faster and faster. I'm so close I pray to god that he's not home. I am practely begging on my knees that his car is not there. It's there his grey truck. A silvarado. I'm slowly walking up the steps to the front door*fuck* I sigh as. I enter the house. There he is his dark brown eyes peirce rightTrough me .

He slowly rise off the couch. I know what's coming next. I slowly start backing up. The water gallon fell as I was walking back . BAM! .The sting hurt so bad tear's came out.

Pinche pendeja idiota! Vales para nada. He screams as I crawl backwards slowly torwards the stairs that lead to the basement.

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