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What happened? Why can’t I think straight? I force out a mumble through my yielding lips. Why do they feel so limp? My eyelids are lead, glued shut. I focus on the rest of my face, but nothing responds. I can’t feel anything. My closed mouth leaves...
The door hits the hanging bell, warning of her entry with a chime she’d have preferred muffled. She shuts the door, careful to hold the bell out of its way. Glancing through the window, she notices a few heads turned, some fingers pointing. I’ll pay for that later, she thinks, her back to the doorframe. If word gets out, those leeches will be here before I can bug out.
I came here to write, quench my thirst, feed my soul, with worlds one only finds between the lines of imagination.
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