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I don’t get a grip of it as my hand is captured, pulled back by him, enveloping it with his. My body tugged into his from behind, and he cradles me against him. Pulling my head to his neck with his free hand and wrapping me up as I sob. “I’m sorry…. I don’t mean it…. Everything I said… it’s bullshit. I don’t mean it, Kayla. I’m sorry.” His voice is strangled and hoarse as he rush whispers it into the hair by my ear, squeezing me half to death.  Sounding panicked and backtracking at a hundred miles an hour. Letting my fingers go so he can haul my body like a limp rag. He forcefully turns me in his arms and yanks me into an embrace that makes my torso collide with his and winds me. Covering my head with his hand spread over the back of my skull and pulling me in, he almost crushes my nose against his throat. His cheek is against my temple, and he sways us slightly like I’m a child needing comfort. The only noise is of my strangled chokes and hiccups of pathetic crying. Hicupping at the s

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