pierce through my eardrums.
I stayed on the phone for 10 minutes,
and hid in a stall.
But I'm safe now.
I walk out into the cold,
black air.
They're questioning Stephen.
No doubt they'll
talk to me, too.
I can't let them.
They'll take me back home.
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