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45. Two truths. One lie.
KATLYN The nightmare had left me shook. It was one of those nightmares where I wasn’t alone in my suffering. It was like I was in a box of mirrors, my reflection crying back at me with every passing second, screaming for help just like me. But now as I sat in my bed, staring at my bedroom door with its broken lock all I could think about was the man with inherent ability to make me furious and forgot about everything else but how to strangle him and get away with it. I touched my throat, still feeling the hold of his strong fingers where he had grabbed me and pulled me out of the clutches of my nightmare. Shaking this stage warmth that he somehow left me with, I slid out of the bed, aware that he might’ve intentionally poked me to get my mind off my nightmare and surprisingly he succeed
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