Maybe she would just die and that would solve everything. Her heart couldn’t even beat right it felt like a huge invisible fist had a grip of her. But what he’d just done was oh so much worse. Not that DeAngelo had ever put his hands on her in that way. She felt like Celie…like if she had a straight razor in her hand right now DeAngelo would be one second from lying on the floor dead.
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