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Rushing from door to door...
Rushing from door to door, fear in my belly, passion in my chest, something indescribable slipping up my throat, parting my lips in puffs of fog. Their laughter reaches me ...
Rushing from door to door, fear in my belly, passion in my chest, something indescribable slipping up my throat, parting my lips in puffs of fog. Their laughter reaches me ...