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"Don't *ever* try to get inside my head," he snarled, slamming me against the wall. For several beats we stayed there, his grip crushing my wrists. Finally, his mismatched eyes softened. "It's too dark for you."

"Don't EVER try to get inside my head," he snarled, slamming me against the wall. For several beats we stayed there, his grip crushing my wrists. Finally, his mismatched eyes softened.

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Mom, she's just my good friend. Mumma, Kush is just my old friend nothing more. Both were lying.