[It feels like hell. She doesn't know what's going on because by the time her flighty brain senses something amiss, she's stuck on a roof. Or in a bush. Or a tree. Her fingers dig into his palm at the thought of it.]
It feels like blinking. It's not the same as yours. I don't know-it's very bad.
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It feels like blinking. It's not the same as yours. I don't know-it's very bad.