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Running 2

Then I realized that he could just follow my foot prints in the snow. I silently cursed. I had to continue running, even though I couldn’t.
I knew that it would only be a matter of time before he found me. He was amazing. He was smart, funny, and sexy. But he was also evil. And he wanted me, and I couldn’t let him have his way. If I did, the world would be destroyed.
“Stop running. You can’t escape,” a silky voice said from behind me. I shuddered. He was closer then I thought. I couldn’t listen to his voice. If I did, I would end up stopping, curling up into a ball, and let him get me. And I saw no reason for him wanting to keep me alive after what I did to escape before.
“Where will you even go? We’re in the middle of no where,” his silky, seductive voice hissed. No, no, no. I couldn’t listen to him. I couldn’t let his words poison my mind. I kept running.

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