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"But I thought you wanted to listen to e of the coffee table When my knees brush hers, her body tenses, yet she doesn’t et out of this house," she utters softly, staring down the hallith her brows knit

I glance overat, but I find the hallway e back at her, I raise my hands in front of me "What do you want to do, then?"

She lifts her shoulders and shrugs, looking back at me "Get out of this house I haven’t been allowed out of here except to go to school I’o stir crazy"

"En with reluctance "Your father wants you to stay in until he can figure out who’s leaving you those notes"

"No, he wants o stir crazy and hopes it’ll be enough to drive me home" She bends forward and snatches her pen and notebook froet I asked" She practically stabs the pen through the paper as she begins to scribble words down again

My lips desperately ache to surrender and give her what she wants I want to give her everything she asks for, even if itmy cover Or worse, erously deep

Chapter 2

Don’t Let the Butterfly Out

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a slow death

Each day, just a little bit more

tortured

Just like I was back at hothat will never be

Can never be

Holding, holding, holding