#275221 - Okay? Go run!” surprised I jump up and lightly jog away from him but almost instantly feel the rope fly around my head, and over my upper torso, wrapping around my arms. I was 12, and pretty much pissed that we had left all my friends behind. He grabs me by the hair, and inspects may face, I breath heavily and tears begin flowing freely, he smiles, yanking harder on my hair.
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