Setting The Stage
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Last published Tue, Jun 28, 2022
The blood pounded in Ashley's ears.
She could only hear her heart thudding against her heavy chest, every other sound becoming muffled. Ashley heard nothing else. Not the sound of horns blaring outside, the buzzer on her phone going off, or the television still playing in the background...
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