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“Why are you so jumpy?” he asks “Open the door before someone sees me”

“No”

“Listen, we need to talk”

“You can talk through the door”

“If I’ people I’m in trouble, and I’ht now or else you ht be in trouble too”

“Great”

“Listen There’s a late night showing of a ht at a theater a couple streets over called Grand Cinema”

“Original”

“Yeah, and not very grand I’ll be in the back row tonight It’s a public place so there’s nothing I can do to har, or whatever it’s called these days, will be right behind us, and there will be probably twenty-five people or so sitting in there Bring what’s left of your pepper spray and meet me there”

“Don’t tell me what to do”

“Ok, don’t meet me, but I’ll be there If I don’t see you then don’t expect to see ain as soon as I can Remember, you’re mine”

I pause, taking it all in “Daniel, wait,” I say, but nothing comes back I don’t want to open the door, but I don’t not want to open it either

Just this e play like I read about on enre jump I’m not ready for, and certainly not familiar with

Nor as I have for this man

Do I want answers or do I want the alternative? And no o The man thinks he has a claim on me, and as much as I hate to admit it at this point he’s the only one in my nineteen years who has ever wanted me this bad, or at all for that reason