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... ms wound round her waist, blocking every single air from entering her body. Blood rushed to her face and ears. Her face could be mistaken for a tomatoe and in less than seconds, she felt his ’phone’ poking her down there; which felt really uncomfortable.
Why was he putting his phone that way?
Aside the phone...what was he doing? She ...she felt like all the air in her lungs were being pushed out to her chest and getting stuck there.
At least that’s how she felt. Breathles ...
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