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A Kismet's Dance
Teen FictionShe face me with her mouth slightly open. She was blinking rapidly but enough for me to see how her pupils dilated, a sign that she was already panicking. "Eli, what's happening?!" She asked like she wasn't breathing the whole time. I looked at her...
