TAXI
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I looked wildly around as I grasped the torn shoulder of my blue ski jacket. He was gone and he’d taken the gift. The handmade quilt I had worked so hard on. He had taken it. I could feel the tears welling up and I knew I had to squash those emotions. I had to think, but the images kept flying around, bashing into my brain, squeezing through the cracks in my skull, driving themselves in like rivets into my mind.
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My heart begins to race. My lungs tighten as the walls seem to close in on me. Their staring eyes stab through my muscles as I turn stiff. Then I realize it. My mind and eyes looking for an escape. I want to run away. I want to leave. I suddenly feel trapped. For the first time, his blue eyes do not create that comfort mg heart yearned for all these years. They're the same icy coldness I saw in my father when he left. "I'm sorry. I...I can't." Run. Run just like he did to you. Break him just like he did to you. I should've known it's what I know best.

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