My hart-, hart rate was untellable. All I can say is, it was fast. And I don't mean just as if u finished a suspenseful movie of anything like that. My hart-, hart was racing as if I just ran 10 heart-throbbing, unforgivable miles.
The man jerked his hand forward, palm up, inches away from my face. But it was fuzzy, considering he was standing on the shattered glass that was my glasses.
"I'm not gonna tell u again," he growled at me angrily, panting between each word, "Give me that BOX. u don't want to know what happens if u don't put it in my hands this very minute!" His voice raised louder, word-by-word,...
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