Thirty Days Without Grace.

Thirty Days Without Grace.

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I walk another block, my stomach begins to get butterflies again. My eyes skip around, finally landing on the road beside me, and I stop. I guess this was my metaphor, to continue to go forward, go back, stay put, or choose a new road..... I knew what my choice was, it almost seemed like it wasn't my choice.... I hit the ground running.
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You were running out of time. You had to find him and you had to do it fast. You willed your legs to go faster but the burn was too much. Collapsing to the ground, you lay in the leaves catching your breath. This wasn't the first time you had run for him. It certainly wouldn't be the last. Rising to your feet, you propelled yourself through the darkness, leaves crunching underfoot as you raced. Your heart hammered in your chest, your nerves were wrecked. You were running out of time. It was almost too late. 18+ Content!

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