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She was real

She had touched her

Talked to her

She was scared.

The moment she touched Vyronica, her hand felt as though it was on fire

She had a better high than she got from the drugs.

"I don't understand." She whispered to herself

What was happening

Her world began to crumble

She succumbed to the fear of the the dark alley

Her mind raced

"I need to go home."

Maybe

It's a good thing

That she's afraid of

The dark

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