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[paperminnie]

"His face when flush and then beat-red. We knew he was in a panic. That extra kind of panic. The kind where your stomach dorps, your heart races, and you can feel the sweat bead on your forehead. The same kind of panic you feel when you just honest-to-god cannot find your car keys when you're running late for work or you have to poop but you're

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[anonymous]

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