Alaina🫧

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A ball is lodged in my throat, my muscles just strict bands of anguish and determination and sheer utter pain. It’s taking every…fucking…thing inside me not to break down. I’m clinging to my nerve with my fingernails, and I so badly just want to let go and scream for her. But I can’t…I can’t. I’m security first. Her friend second. Her boyfriend not at all.
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