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And, God help her, I didn’t want to be strong

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Galina

I was familiar with fear and the rush of adrenaline It had been a co as I could re trouble breathing at thefro it hard to focus?

I exhaled, shookaroundsoral part of me that I’d left back there in that alley

In Vegas

I stopped in the center of htly, and I scowled at thehtly until the prick of e inside

Letting fear and the sensation of not having control take overI’d ever allow, not if I had the power to be strong

I sed, the pain and roughness in ers digging intoat e, went into the bathrooht, the fluorescent bulb aboveon

I could hear the electricity h to drown out hts

I curled ers around the yellow-colored sink, the entire bathroo I leaned forward, thedown the edges

The woman who stared back at er She was used to the horrors of life But as I looked into my blue eyes, I could see the truth I was e time