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“He’s close now. So close, I can hear his quick breaths, hear the twigs breaking beneath his feet as he hunts me down. The moonlight pulses overhead, peeking here and there though the canopy of trees. Quick, quick, quick, my legs carry me but I know my freedom’s coming to an end.” — Iris Ann Hunter
He’s close now. So close, I can hear his quick breaths, hear the twigs breaking beneath his feet as he hunts me down. The moonlight pulses overhead, peeking here and there though the canopy of trees. Quick, quick, quick, my legs carry me but I know my freedom’s coming to an end.