If you mean it, you'll make it
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Ongoing13m
Last published Tue, Nov 5, 2019
I sat in there for what felt like hours, but when I looked up at the clock it had only been 5 minutes. I was fiddling with my fingernails when a door opened and I shot straight up. Trembling in fear I stood up to be met with his gaze, he hummed and bit his lip. "Hello again Miss. Carlo" he spoke with a smirk on his face, making me immediately look down in fear. "What did I tell you about looking down." He hissed at me and my head shot straight up "Sorry Sir. A-and you can call me Olive, that's my name."
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