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hands shaking as cuffs closed around his wrists. “I didn’t mean to,” he choked. “She made me do it.”
Danielle backed into a corner, sliding down the wall, mascara streaking as her phone clattered to the floor. She wasn’t cuffed, not yet, but her eyes darted wildly, already calculating which friendships would vanish by morning.
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