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19- Breaking into the cannery (ii)

CLAIRE

So I pulled my hands back, wiping the dust on my jeans. It was better to leave it untouched. Better to pretend I’d never stood in front of it at all.

Still, the sight of those crates made something tighten in my chest. I felt extremely tense, And yet—God help me—I felt alive. I hadn’t reali...