I dont like being prodded along like a peice of cattle. A wave of indignation and rebellion washes thruogh me.
why then do you want to go to the basement? If you dont know whats in there. I resist a little , not allowing you to make me go as fast you would like.
"Why do you want to go in my basement then?!" I am feeling terrified but this moment I also feel brave and in experiences of past Ive learned a brave face can avert many a nasty consequence. I stop, bracing myself against the wall and defiantly lift my chin and level my eyes with yours.
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