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47. Leap of Faith.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56If my heart beats any faster, I will die. I just know it. My heart slams in my chest so hard that it's difficult breathe and remain quiet. I'm having issues getting enough air glow around the shirt, and my nose is stuffy from so much crying recently. Sweat freckles my forehead and I can feel most of me trembling. This is the moment I've both dreamed of, and dreaded. I'll either be free, incarcerated or dead soon I imagine. Kellan plants a chaste kiss on my forehead before answering the cellphone.
"Hello, Dallas." If I were a dog my ears would perk up. I try so hard to catch anything I can, but it's difficult to hear over my own heart.
"No. I found the dog, thanks for so thoughtfully returning him. How did you find me?"
"Aren't telling me? How bold. I see you've finally grown some balls. Let me put this in terms even you can understand. Y
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