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Trapped

April 14, 2010

Her head whirled like a small bird trapped in a room, her heart beat like that bird’s heart. She hovered over each step of preparation before spinning away to the next.

Still, when the door opened, she realized her mistake. His eyes were the color of steel; he would never open a window for her escape.

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