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And I just froze up big time and couldn't do it. I couldn't will myself to walk past Her, seeing the rod in their hand.
I just stood there *crying*.
Sobbing in *fear*.
Because I knew that unless I colored out, I was going to get hit again and it was going to hurt, and it was terrifying. My god.
2026-05-07T14:20:31.766Z