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Friday, October 19, 2012. Chapter 2 The Ties that Bind. Danielle turned around, her breath now steady, and sighed. The mere thought of what she was about to say, and to him, made her nauseous. I cant do this anymore baby, I really cant. She had rehearsed this very line countless times, and everytime she did, it was only to her own reflection. This time however, the tides had shifted. In front of him, she was putty. She tightened her fists, it was now or never. What did i do so wrong. I mean there are .
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Friday, October 19, 2012. Chapter 2 The Ties that Bind. Danielle turned around, her breath now steady, and sighed. The mere thought of what she was about to say, and to him, made her nauseous. I cant do this anymore baby, I really cant. She had rehearsed this very line countless times, and everytime she did, it was only to her own reflection. This time however, the tides had shifted. In front of him, she was putty. She tightened her fists, it was now or never. What did i do so wrong. I mean there are .

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