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... ard but not gentle either. Just enough to make his point.
"Don’t say that," he says, teeth clenched. "Don’t ever say that."
I yank my arm free. "You don’t own me. You don’t get t "save me" from things I choose."
"You weren’t thinking right," he says.
"I was thinking clearer than I have in years," I scream. "For once I wasn’t scared."
His eyes flick over my face, searching, like he’s trying to understand something.
"You think killing him would’ve fi ...
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