-his words roamed around echoing his presence in her room all night long spinning her mind , like a noose round her neck tightening their grip,, shackles they became to hold her back gluing her feet to the spot injuring her , in the morning she would shake off all the thorns from her pillow, break away from the shackles, loosen her noose round her neck , emerging smiling and behaving normally to get along with her daily routine
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