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A text reement It may be the first of many, but I’m not a stupid felloon’t let you stew on this When I see you, I’ll explain everything It’s not that I don’t trust you, Pageant Knowledge places you in the line of fire It doesn’t arm you hat you need It makes you vulnerable
First of uments? How about the first and last Fuck off Oh, she was mad
I accept your apology No need to type it out Focus on the ether and make up later LOVE, Randon
She glared at the incouy was a piece of work Maybe you should’ve spent so to knowbut vulnerable I’ and independent Next time you take a mate, maybe you’ll find outmy phone off
Feeling rather pleased with herself, she jiggled her shoulders and leaned back in her chair She crossed her arms and turned her attention to the front of the room Suck that up, wolf man
A few itated, but her anxiety steruelingdidn’t top her list of favorite ways to start or end the day, but it didn’t make her physically ill
She was lightheaded Perspiration dampened her brow If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear she was coued their town in the weeks leading up to the mass murders Maybe it had been a bad omen And maybe it was her turn to spend a few hours in bed with a cool rag on her head, too
She shifted in her seat No, she didn’t buy the sick-symptoms She rarely had so much as a cold
On guard then, she turned to check out the roo herself down, she
decided there wasn’t anything to be alarmed about
She glanced to her left A burly biker with the MC shot her a toothless smile
Other than the fact that she was sandwiched between two deputized bikers, everything was quite norht
Sheriff McKinney stood behind a podium “Officers, detectives, members of the press…”
A door slammed behind them All heads turned, with one exception—hers—and she didn’t have to look She kneho had just entered the building because her body had responded Her pulse quickened Electric sensations rushed up and down her spine and her palms became excessively sweaty And that was before she heard the first heavy footstep in her direction As the chuck-ching, chuck-ching of his noisy boots fell to the floor, her body beca her way
“Mr Shane, this uests, new deputies, and select members of the press”