Eva Hattie

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I glared at her. Within me thoughts hummed like flies. I did want to know whatever she was offering up, hiding behind her back like a child trying to bargain for a toy. But she could not get to have this kind of power over me. I need to use the bathroom, I said. Turning my voice soft and cold, I added, You shouldn’t feel like you have to divulge anything you don’t want to tell me freely. Thank you for the ride.
All This Could Be Different
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