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           Ididn’tknowifthereeverwasachoice,really.Iwasalreadyintoodeep.NowthatIknew-ifIknew-Icoulddonothingaboutmyfrighteningsecret.BecausewhenIthoughtofhim,ofhisvoice,hishypnoticeyes,themagneticforceofhispersonality,Iwantednothingmorethantobewithhimrightnow.Evenif...butIcouldn’tthinkit.Nothere,aloneinthedarkeningforest.Notwhiletherainmadeitdimastwilightunderthecanopyandpatteredlikefootstepsacrossthemattedearthenfloor.Ishiveredandrosequicklyfrommyplaceofconcealment,worriedthatsomehowthepathwouldhavedisappearedwiththerain.

           Butitwasthere,safeandclear,windingitswayoutofthedrippinggreenmaze.Ifollowedithastily,myhoodpulledclosearoundmyface,becomingsurprised,asInearlyranthroughthetrees,athowfarIhadcome.IstartedtowonderifIwasheadingoutatall,orfollowingthepathfartherintotheconfinesoftheforest.BeforeIcouldgettoopanicky,though,Ibegantoglimpsesomeopenspacesthroughthewebbedbranches.AndthenIcouldhearacarpassingonthestreet,andIwasfree,Charlie’slawnstretchedoutinfrontofme,thehousebeckoningme,promisingwarmthanddrysocks.

           ItwasjustnoonwhenIgotbackinside.Iwentupstairsandgotdressedfortheday,jeansandat-shirt,sinceIwasstayingindoors.Itdidn’ttaketoomuchefforttoconcentrateonmytaskfortheday,apaperonMacbeththatwasdueWednesday.Isettledintooutliningaroughdraftcontentedly,moreserenethanI’dfeltsince...