122. Hatred

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"Stop hiding, young lady! Just show yourself out," He cooed as I pulled my legs further behind the curtains. I could hear the clink of his newly polished knife as he trudged down the house. I shut my eyes tight as tears rolled down my cheeks when suddenly a strong pair of hands grabbed my shoulders out of nowhere and ripped me out from my hiding place. I screamed my lungs out as I struggled under his clutches. "Stop overreacting, Noira!" He screamed as he started working with his knife. I wailed, "I WON'T! I HATE APPLES!"

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