Misfire
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Last published Thu, Sep 18, 2014
His head bowed, forearms resting either side of my head. I felt nervous and uncomfortable with his proximity. Then, lowering his voice to a raspy whisper. "Don't come near me. Don't speak to me, don't sit near me, don't even look at me. Understood?"
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