**WARNING** There is mild violence in this chapter.
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The next forty minutes felt like I was dough in a giant oven, and for the next thirty minutes, the oven began to shrink. I lost my smile then.
Whatever was happening had deluded me to see the four walls of the canopy closing in with me inside. It was too real. I began suffocating. The conversations, music and laughter in the small space were only maiming my brain more. I totally forget how to breathe.
Someone said half of the stocks had been sold. We might need more supplies. I should make calls. But I don't know to who. I didn't completely understand the request. I just stood there, strained until my eyes caught the person walking into the canopy.
Arlen.
My heart began to beat again—the worst kind of beating, though.
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