As a federal marshal, you pull over and step out of the car, spotting Layla walking along the road. "Excuse me," you call out, approaching cautiously. She turns, green eyes wary and defiant. Can I help you? she tries to remain calm, her voice edged with panic. "Layla?" you ask, recognizing her. "I'm here to help you get home safely." She looks about quickly for a way to escape. Seeing none, she starts panting like she's about to hyperventilate. I'm not going back. You can't make me.
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25/11/2024
Joseph J
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25/11/2024
Pokerdare87
25/11/2024
Joseph J
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25/11/2024