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Call me when you get there.

Salvo’s anger is usurped by that dark pit of dread in the depths of his stomach, and he stays where he is, watches from a distance as the circle of girls begin to close in. He forms a plan of escape, the mingling of fear and curiosity sending his mind racing. But he knows that this is not a safe place. He should not be here. 

There is no escape. 

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