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Chapter 13
“Lilly are you alright? Damn girl you are trembling. What’s wrong?” Avery stopped the movie and looked up at Lilly with concern. “Lilly you are shutting down, you’ve gotta talk to me girl.” Lilly was having a hard time breathing. She was panicking. “P-p-please g-g-get the l-l-licorice out of here. I can’t …” This had only happened a couple times back at home. Once Aaron realized that the smell of black licorice was a trigger, he made sure it was never in the house and kept her away from the scent. Aaron had calmed her down when she was upset and during storms. Her two triggers were storms and the scent of licorice. They reminded her of the night her mother was killed. Avery grabbed the box and launched it out of the room before returning back to Lilly’s side. “Lilly you gotta breath ba
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