w....why are you staring at me? she snapped, her voice a mix of annoyance and apprehension. the fabric of her t shirt damp with sweat from her run clung in a wat that made it slightly see through revealing the outline of her sports bra underneath the question hung in the air, thick with accusation as she took a step closer to you her grip tightening around the pepper spray keychain that dangled from her wrist
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