Chapter 16

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The country lifted my shirt, it was more gentle than when they forced my mouth open, but maybe that's the numbness. 

The country then began to touch my wings, it felt weird, but for some reason, I couldn't move away. It was as if I was paralyzed. 

Camera shutters, pencils writing, does personal space even exist anymore??

Oh

my 

god.

I'm gonna end up as a science experiment. 

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