Gypsy

I’m dancing. I love to dance; it’s why they call me gypsy you know? I love to dance......when I feel a pair of warm hands closing in over my neck.........I reach up and grip at the hands, trying to pry them free from my airway; nothing happens. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing escapes. Noticing my struggle, the man tightens his hands around my airway. I kick and claw at him, but weakly. My eyes fog up, and any air left in my system is gone. I open and close my mouth frantically, ......

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