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Chapt. 2 Stranger?

“I slammed the lid back down. Covered my nose and did my best to not be sick. A lovely symptom to add to my splitting headache, true hangover without the fun beforehand. After the smell faded, I began crawling again. Felt a slight breeze on my face, maybe I am close to the doorway. Bumped into something in front of me. Decided to stand up feeling all the way up. Moved my hand to the right, a doorknob.” pg. 7

(google images)

“He was tall, blue eyes, and dark brown hair. The most amazing eyes, I might add. The bluest of blue. Reminded me of the clearest ocean waters. I couldn’t stop staring at them.” pg. 7

“I cannot figure out why he is acting as though I am not a prisoner.” pg. 8

(google images) My mind picturing a small cottage.

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“While enjoying the meal, I scanned the small cottage. There were a lot of photos of nature and no portrait ones. One photo had the most brilliant purple stone on a beach setting. It was dazzling.” pg. 8

“You really do not remember me.” he spoke irritated. pg. 10

pages 6 through 10