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The verdant fields of the Green Mountains of Vermont were alive with the riotous colors of wildflowers, surrounded by dense evergreen trees. From her window seat on the Northeastern train, Greta watched the scenery pass her by, her heart thumping with pain as each mile whisked her farther away from Cutter. She was wearing leather suspenders beneath her oversized, button-down, short-sleeve shirt, the kind that attached to a belt around her waist. Her bare n*****s chafed against the leather, keeping them erect through the journey.
She had no idea how she was going to survive the aftermath of Cutter, but she wasn’t going to sit by helplessly while his life went down the drain. As silly as the bar fight may have seemed to him, his arrest had triggered the deep-seated fears that stemmed fr
