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Ethan.
His cheek was pressed against my collarbone.
He smelled like milk and warmth.
My body went cold anyway.
Then I remembered my grandfather’s voice.
Fear is their weapon.
I pulled out my phone and started recording.
I didn’t open the door.
I didn’t go downstairs.
I called the police.
When the officers arrived, my mother tried the same performance she always continue reading …
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