My heart, steady just moments before, began to pound like it was being ripped from my chest. I knew everything was going to be fine—or at least, I told myself that. But fear has a way of creeping in, even when reason tries its best to hold the line.
My heart, steady just moments before, began to pound like it was being ripped from my chest. I knew everything was going to be fine—or at least, I told myself that. But fear has a way of creeping in, even when reason tries its best to hold the line.
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