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Ch. 21: A Panic in a PagodaHannah led the way as we left that quiet town nestled in a wooded valley. “Where are we going?” I asked.Ch. 21: A Panic in a Pagoda
“I told you. To my house.”
“On foot?”
“Of course not.”
“Then how?”
We entered a clearing and Hannah abruptly stopped. She reached inside her suit jacket and produced a cell phone. “It’s me. Of course I’m fine. Around. Look, we both know I can take care of myself. I’m ready to come
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Chapter 20: Personal TouchI checked to see if Ingrid, Kiri, and Hannah were all right. Kiri never made it out; she was halfway to the door, on her knees, dry heaving, with a pool of vomit next to her. Ingrid wasn't moving, but she was breathing. Hannah was conscious, but in great pain. Her breathing was becoming erratic, and blood was coming out of her mouth, pooling on the thin carpet. I tried to help her up, but she insisted I make sure Ingrid and Kiri were okay. First, I tried to calm Kiri down. I kneeled next to her, "Kiri. Kiri, it's okay now. He's gone."Chapter 20: Personal Touch
"Your arm!
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Chapter 19: Mental CrueltyHannah regained her composure first, and she threw her knife at our assailant without so much as a look of pity. The knife passed through him as if he weren't there and clattered to the ground somewhere in the back of the sanctuary. For a split second, Hannah seemed surprised, but she quickly recovered, drew her pistol, and started shooting. The man just stood there with his arms crossed, staring off into space, occasionally checking his watch, until Hannah ran out of bullets. From behind, a large jaguar leapt over me and went for his throat. Calmly, he entered a fighting pose, pulled hisChapter 19: Mental Cruelty
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Chapter 18: Wanting to HealIngrid sat next to me for a while, a half smile on her face, not saying anything. As she got up to leave, I noticed that her pendant was a friendship necklace. "I thought you said you didn't have any friends."Chapter 18: Wanting to Heal
Ingrid hesitated, "I don't."
"Then what's with the friendship necklace?" As soon as I said that, Ingrid grabbed it, hiding it in her hand.
"It's nothing."
"Come on. Tell me. You've been spilling your guts to me all this time, but you won't tell me who gave you the friendship necklace?"
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I absolutely love your story Freudian Trip!!! Once I started reading it I could not stop...luckily I had nothing to do that day. At some point I might read over some of the story and make more specific comments. I do love the part about small talk...it was very perceptive. Well gotta run...keep up the great writing!!!
It's good to have people reading Freudian Trip. Maybe I'll post a little more of it soon, but don't expect much more until I graduate in May.
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