Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One: A significant spike of trust issues
Words were stuck on the back of my throat, totally disregarding my huge efforts to get them out. My breathing hitched just before the air in my lungs got trapped. Boy was I livid!
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My heart was pounding fast, my breathing going at sound speed as I continued to tip toe in the corridor. My hand moved from my chest where it had been keeping track of my heartbeat rate, and flew to my lips to keep me from panting loudly. It was extremely essential that I remained silent. I did not even know why I was playing Detective or better yet, Private Investigator of the year and doing this.
I was going to get caught, that, I knew. But at least if I got caught already equipped with knowledge, that makes it better?
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