Corda hardly needed the encouragement. Everything in her twenty-odd years being raised by a violent, angry, manipulative todd was screaming at her to vacate the area. "Yes," she agreed, perhaps too quickly. "I'll walk home with you, if you don't mind. This late at night in this neighborhood, I could use the company." Please, she silently begged, don't let him follow me. I don't want to be alone with him.
Open The Bilge In The Bucket Under His Wing
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