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With hesitation, I hastily stood up as a desperate attempt to exit.

You still had that worried look plastered on your face since I started to hyperventilate.

Despite my panic attack, you grabbed my hand and ran your thumb repeatedly over the back of my hand.

You told me it was gonna be fine.

And I believed you...

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