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If there was one thing I was profusely afraid of, it's harm. Harm is a strong word, and a strong force, and could so easily lift you off your feet and whisk you away to a locked cell, where all you could do is scream and shout and never be able to get out. It's a peril to one's health, and a peril to one's mind.
I wanted him out.
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