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he made me promise not to tell. he grabbed me till I couldn't breathe, i felt his nails dig into my neck. he pushed me up against the dumpster and told me that if i told anyone, i would be added to the population of missing teenagers. i couldn't move after he left, i slid down and started to shake, cry even. i think i fell asleep, i swore i did. but i woke up in bed. now i can't remember if it was a dream or real. i felt my neck, nothing. a dream, hopefully.

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