**Learn tricks about sex** I feel a rivulet of sweat chase down the base of my spine. It’s freezing cold but I’m sweating. It’s as if my body is plunged into water but it’s not. Beneath me, I feel the softness of my futon which reminds me that I’m not immersed in a puddle of water. I subconsciously roll around my bed, willing the voices and screams and stamping feet thrumming through my mind to stop. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. I’m not plunged into a puddle of water but into a dream that consumes me whole. My whirling on my bed doesn’t stop, it continues as the screams of fear, the whooshing bodies continues to fill my mind in a blur. I endeavor to glimpse the scene clearly but I can’t. It’s very vague. The small girl with a sharp, golden blonde hair clasps her hands on her ears, rivulet of tears skittering down her pale cheeks. Her jacket did little to shield her from the growing fear. She sees people running, throwing the placards that holds a picture of a man with a similar gol
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